I die a bit on the inside.
Tell them my story? Why do they even want to know!?
You already told Officer Badcop most of it, why shouldn't you tell them the rest, K? says the voice of my long lost friend.
I shutter violently, Not now, Miss A, not now!
You can't hide forever, friend.
I've told other people before! Please leave me alone, A!
"Well?" prods Emman.
I bolt from my seat and dash out of the shop.
Why are you always running, K? Miss A asks in my mind.
Because I have people to run from!
What are you really running from? she asks in an even tone.
I stop in my tracks, the answer causing my cheeks to burn with shame. I continue to stand there, facing the grotto, frozen in place.
Don't let your fears bind you, the cords will only grow tighter as you let them.
I sigh aloud, What can I do about it now? I've already left them behind!
Turn around, Miss A encouraged mentally. I turned back to face the Pastry shop. Wondering what @Badcop_Blackshine and @Emman_Jumpsong1 think of my sudden leave.