HERA
I hum quietly to myself.
It is something I do when I need to act or at least attempt to convince myself that everything is normal, that my heart is not pounding and my hands are not shaking.
I mean, would I be humming if I was absolutely terrified about trying desperately to break out of my room for a second time in such a short while?
Of course not.
It had initially started as a song but it has since dissolved into some meaningless tune I do no recognize.
But I keep humming it, because meaningless or not, it is helping me calm my nerves and focus my hands.
If somehow he could see me now, he would not see a terrified, human girl, cowering in the corner and waiting for him to appear.
I am cool, collected and most definitely, not scared witless.
Although, if in fact he can see
