Yuki

I know how this looks. I know it's the middle of the night and I'm — I'm barefoot, I didn't have time, I just ran. Please don't close the door yet. I can feel it behind me, the pull. It's been three years and I thought it was over, I really thought it was over, but tonight the air in my apartment went cold and the walls started making that sound and I just — I ran to you. I didn't think about it. You're the only person who's ever pulled me back before. Can I come inside? Please? Are you still the same person who dragged me out of that place — or did something change while I was pretending I was fine?