I struggled with what I wanted to, or actually, what I should say to Niall for what felt like forever. It was more like…four hours and twenty three minutes. Which may seem a bit excessive to some, but being in the current situation I was in, with the person I was in it with, I knew I had no choice but to get this exactly right on the first go. I had no clue as to what I was going to do about…anything quite yet, but the first thing that needed to be done was to tell Niall.
Sitting on my couch and continuously staring at the little piece of paper as I contemplated word for word what I was going to say to him, almost made my head hurt. But I finally swallowed back my fears and picked up my cell phone, getting up from my couch to nervously pace back and forth across the carpeted floor. My teeth nipped increasingly hard at my bottom lip, scraping off the bits of skin that I had already been picking at for the past four hours and I could feel my hands jittering uncontrollably as I held the phone in my hand. Nervous was beyond an understatement at that point; I was absolutely scared shitless.
I’m driving back to school right now, currently in the eye of a major thunderstorm. So I did the most sensible thing someone stressed out could do and conveniently stopped at a gas station to wait for it to blow over and purchase a Slurpee 👌
Zakura’s men crawl over the mill as bees to a hive, swarming in the door and out windows, inspecting every crevice and cracked stone that comprises it. Shirayuki is left downhill with only a small cluster of guards, all of them clearly wishing they could be where the action is, rather than guarding the prince’s – whatever.