19

~Rosie 

I slump down on the couch, unsure of what to do. 

Part of me wants to think Time needed to say that to me as a way to make himself feel better. A way of venting, maybe. Either way, I’m sitting here, unsure of what to do. I don’t want to touch anything, and risk leaving anymore of me behind than I already have. By tomorrow, I’m praying we will move on to perhaps a less desolate area. So, if Time wanders off again, it won’t be so treacherous to follow him 

The sound of cracking bracken and rustling grass outside catches my attention. Getting up from the couch, I peer out the window - only slightly murky wit