TW: mentions of suic*de
It feels unreal to stand on the quiet streets outside the palace, well regulated by palace guards so the nighttime hubbub can only be found a few blocks later. I walk slowly, my short legs barely covering any distance. I tape myself to the side of buildings and feel a distinct nervousness rise within me.
Was running away a good idea? I want to suddenly be indoors and far away from the night breeze ruffling my white hair and the occasional movements I spy within closing businesses. My hand tightens on my bag as I forge forward, my eyes wide open as if it will help me detect any further threats.
