Literature
(P) Fall Anxieties
“You know, we could just call the whole thing off." Louise stood at the doorway of the bed room, nervously picking at the stitches around her wrist. It was a bad habit and had more then once lead to her hands falling off, but she couldn’t stop herself. Whenever she got nervous or anxious, she would start absently picking at her stitching or twist the button on her bow. She had learned at a very young age how to get good with a sewing needle because of it. “I can just give Day a call and tell him we can’t make it and we just… stay here Allyn looked at her through the mirror. He had been putting on his makeup. Even off set, he enjoyed to wear eyeliner and mascara, saying that it complemented his eye shape. He had a gentle but slightly annoyed look in his eyes, as if they hadn’t just had this conversation every day since he had agreed to go to Day’s Fall Feast. None of them had family to go to or, in Louise’s and Day’s case, they didn’t want to go to see them. So, every year Day and