I’m right here.
So why? Why can’t you see me? Why must I sit here, frozen in gold, watching you fall and bleed and die without being able to do a thing? If only I could move, even just a little. I could at least sit beside you in those last moments, hold your hand and reassure you as you lay whimpering and the floor is stained red with your blood.
It happened again today. You were inches away, I could practically feel your fingertips brush against my tiny hand. But you fell short as the Bro took a strong sweep at you from behind, those rusted claws slicing easily through your flesh. I watched, horrified, as you fell flat on your