I've been homeless, lived out of a rucksack since I ran away from care, she told him. I used to be afraid. At first. But after you've survived everything that's happened, you stop fighting it. You don't like it, but at least you don't feel afraid.
She had no idea why she was telling him this.
I don't feel fear anymore, she affirmed to him, just a kind of numbness. The cold dark numbness at night, the cloying warm numbness by day.
He smiled as if he understood.
Come with me, he said, I'll find you somewhere warm to sleep.
Neville Hunt 4 months ago
Oh-Er! I would watch out for that one if I were you, lady. Sounds like a bounder!