Run *ON HIATUS*

"My name is Palar, and I've done some horrible things, you know."
"Oh?" the woman said in a rusty, outdated tone. She had the eyes of a cat, which had been following me since i had arrived, maybe before, I began to wonder, slightly afraid. "Tell me the whole story," she said. "Why are you here?"
I swallowed, but the spit stuck in my throat, making me think. I really should be more trusting to the woman who saved me, when no one else would, but it was so hard with everything that had happened.

I chose to tell her everything, my story, my "pilgrimage". My throat began to feel dry again. I reassured myself. "Not going to run-
not anymore..."