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The address Wakoko had given the receptionist for the cab was that of the dock where her father works. She still had to earn back his trust after losing the keys to her own house for the seventh time, so besides going back to school (which, despite it all, would still be heresy) her only option was heading for their private cabin. Once inside her safe, lonely place, she still feels dread, she still feels dizzy. How tremendously close that was, that is something only now she’s beginning to digest. But; free day.
“A psychopath”, a sad Wakoko thinks, as she absentmindedly smashes a desperate fish over and over against the edge of the table; that’s what the people think she is. “A psychopath”, yet she isn’t the one being mean to other people- yet even the dogs she saved are afraid of her. The young lady sighs. Her dad always told her that life wasn’t fair- but would she know how right he was? How would she know, even right now?
When her dad comes back, late at night, she gives him a big hug.
And he lets her.
