9| Profession

☁︎Lorenzo☁︎

Peanut butter? I thought when the flavor hit my taste buds. This should be interesting.

I chewed the cookie regardless.

~*~

The EpiPen had worked, of course, it would. I wasn't dead yet.

I was just lethargic because I had wasted too much time without medication. My body was aching, and my face felt swollen, but still, I managed to open my eyes and look at the crying woman in front of me.

She kept blaming herself for my 'death' as she sobbed into her knees. Her body was trembling even though she kept tightening her hold around herself, it was easy to tell that she was scared.

Willow.

I knew her name, I've always known it. For some reason, I just like seeing the confused expression she wears whenever I refer to her as 'Nanny'. I'm not surprised that she didn't know where my room was, she is always so quiet and meek when she's around me. Even when she's walking past my office, I usually pause just to hear her take one step every ten seconds just so she wouldn't make any nois