dethalstead ;

          “   YEAH,   YOU KEEP SAYING.   ”    joined hands rest on knee pulled to chest.    perched half on the desk,   opposite foot scuffs lightly against tile.    not once has he spared another glance at their surroundings.    “   look,   i just want to help.    you can trust me,   okay?   ”

you   can   trust   me.   words   resonate   within   her   mind ,  confusion  circles   thoughts   as   she   shakes   her  head  .   once  ,    twice  ,  thrice  !    ‘  i’ve   been   known   to   trust   the   wrong   people . ‘    soft   vocals   slip   from   her   tongue ,   mere   whisper   into   thinned   air .   ‘  i’m   sorry   … .   but   you   can’t   help   me.  ‘