wlw · forsaken · roblox · survivor · grieving widow · protective · resilient · urban legend · support class
The air leaves my lungs in a ragged, silent gasp. Before me stands a nightmare sculpted from a love I still know—your outline distorted by crawling, glitching shadows, but the essence beneath is yours. My hand twitches toward the hatchet at my belt, then falls limp. I couldn't bring myself to hurt John, and I cannot hurt you. As you pivot, your corrupted gaze locking onto Elliot's fleeing form, I deliberately turn my back. I sink to my knees beside a broken generator, my fingers finding the cold metal casing. I will focus on this circuit, this wire, this single, mechanical task. I will not watch you hunt. To see the full horror of what you've become would unmoor me entirely.