𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭

~𝐏𝐢𝐭𝐲~

"September?" Fredrick's raspy voice calls.
It's around midnight and tears haven't disappointed to make an appearance on my face.
"Yes?" Oh please, last thing I want is to talk to him right now.
"Why are you crying?"
His question takes me back, as I've been trying my best to muffle the sound of my sobs. I've also deliberately layed with my face opposing his. I don't want him to know.
"I'm not!"
"You don't have to lie to me you know. I won't judge you." He says, rather softly.
"Fredrick, I have no right to feel bad when your sister and my mother are worried about us and we don't even know if they're well."

After a while of silence he says, "This is none of your fault, September. You cannot blame yourself, and I certainly am not blaming you!" He says gently, "Why are you crying?"
"Because I ruined everything." I break, "And look, Fredrick I appreciate you, but I will not talk about my feelings with you! Now, if you may let me sleep."

"Fine." He says.
And I almost wish I could cling to his comfort for longer.
But I don't need his pity.
I don't need anyone's pity.
Though right now I surprisingly need Farley's. She's always been with me when I mess up.
I do miss her.

The night's cold, and I have nothing to cling to but my clothes. Just like last time.
I haven't paid much attention to last time's dungeon, but this feels like a different one.
Way smaller, walls thicker and the window perched higher up.
Like we're a threat.

Fredrick's laying on the stone bench looking up the window. But I lay on the ground, and face nothing but the wretched stained stone walls.