>>5652996noooo you fuck! you ruined the ending! now i have to add something else
The wild wind caresses Helen's cheek, as if telling the broken girl to lift the curtains and greet the sun. She doesn't open those eyes, though; they only show her worms made out of things and people. Helen found out, back at the orphanage that she doesn't like worms, or maybe that she doesn't like how badly people treat them. Either way, she doesn't want to see them.
But she dares. Cradled in Weird Eyes's arms as the woman darts from roof to roof, as she bounces from wall to wall, Helen Troyes meets those enigmas with hers, wondering if her reaper and savior sees worms too. Then a dark cloud makes it all too hard to see, and the sound of chipped wood too deafening to think.
