by Isabel Foy (Author)

It feels as if the walls are closing in on me, and considering this

room is already extremely small, I can't seem to calm down. I can't

seem to do the one thing Saint has been asking of me for the past few

minutes.

"Willow....Willow, can you hear me?"

My lack of reply may not help this matter, but I'm not sure why

he thinks I can't hear him. It might be rude to think this, but I want

him to stop speaking to me entirely. Unfortunately, I don't have the

strength to tell him that.

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