Thread:Dawndragon1828/@comment-32273133-20190610213949/@comment-32273133-20190628151354

///sgdhfhfj 👌👌

Micah promptly collapsed into the grass. He fell hard—WHAM!—flat on his back, head slamming into the ground, staring up at the now-spinning domed roof of the aviary. He felt a horrible sense of deja vu. He tried to move his legs, but whatever was in Min-Jin’s vial had done its job well.

''Can’t move. ''

He tried to suck in a breath too, but because he had zero cushion [ie anything substantial between his skin and his bones] the fall had knocked the wind out of him.

''Can’t breathe. ''

So that was it? That was how easy it was for Min-Jin to stop him?

''That’s how easy it was for Hester to do the same. ''

Icy fingers down his spine. He wanted one day, just one day without a reminder. One day without a trigger. One day without flashing back or tuning out or losing hours stuck in his head. He couldn’t avoid it now. Everything was cyclical. It was only a matter of time before it happened again.

Without enough air in his lungs still for a proper “F you,” Micah flipped Min-Jin off instead.