October 3, 2011.
Hunted Terror
"Have no fear."
My heart is pounding far too fast. My fingertips tingle, and everything about me has gained the strangest kind of clarity. I have no hope, and I am incredibly aware of my impending demise. Gods, but I wish you were here. I'm kind of glad you aren't, though.
I feel a tear on my cheek, filled with a hunted terror.
A/N: Oh, First-Person-Perspective, how I have longed for thee.
Sunshine and laughter and dead butterflies~
Sweethearted.