[Juneberry]

"I can walk on my own," She sputtered, however her action of not trying to move a minute amount away from him made it seem otherwise. When he set her down, she made sure to take her shoes off her feet before placing them on the couch, pulling her knees to her chest. "It always...happens like this."

She was quiet as she spoke, as if troubled. Her eyes were focused on the a simple spot on the floor, dazed. "I was late seeing because of someone like that...And when I got there, it was too late. I never...Got to say goodbye." Her voice was distant and wary. She placed her face into her knees, nuzzling her nose in the middle. "She died without warning, and every year on the same day, those people come up to me after I see her, like they're following me and waiting or something..."