Sabrinathehungrywitch - [portable]

“I don’t remember,” she whispered.

She told herself it was magic. Efficiency. Why grow your own happiness when you could steal it?

And the silence did not whisper empty .

But the girl did not flee. She stepped inside. She sat at Sabrina’s table. And she asked the question no one had ever asked:

Outside stood a girl no older than Sabrina had been at the start. Pale. Shivering. Holding a raw turnip like a talisman. sabrinathehungrywitch

She simply listened to it.

Sabrina laughed. It sounded like dry leaves skittering over bones. “I don’t remember,” she whispered

She lifted it to her lips. Bit down.