[octpora]

"You know, you wouldn't be half so nasty if you would just trim that hair and take a hot bath" I couldn't believe I had just said it myself.

The shock passed through me before it did her, and in the time between those two events, I jumped over the rail. Her scream followed me all the way to the water. It hurt my ears. But under the scream's angry veneer something else was apparent. Loss? Desire? Humanity? As the water passed over my head, and then I bobbed back up, the scream became weeping.