I’ve been dwelling on it, and don’t you think they’re gonna catch on to the fact that the ear doesn’t have any bitemarks? Or that it couldn’t possibly be swallowed consciously?
Anonymous: Do you believe in Will Graham?
The phrase had flashed in her head earlier. When she had seen him relate, and go back into the past of his memories. The sheer glance of fear dripping on his brow as he dived into his mind, searching for a door, because he already held the key.
“I’m with him till the end.”
The end could mean many things. Death, separation; the death of either one of them. She wasn’t ready to leave him, not in this mangle of a mess he had gotten himself into.
“Till the very end.”
Her heart thumped in a rhythmic pace in her chest. The answer was obvious, but her mind continued to rumble with the inner voices that fluttered within.
”
I believe in Will Graham.”
I don’t even think I’ll be able to liveblog because I’ll be on the floor dying whilst clutching my dog.
