Chaunce Dill

Me? I’m not love. I’m not even loved, really. It’s all about keeping me from hurting other people. It’s never about keeping them from hurting me. Like, I get it. I’m nobody’s idiot. I’m always a volcano, just always, and sometimes I erupt. I get mad and other people end up covered in things like blood or bone shards or whatever. I really get that, seriously. But sometimes I wonder if Astrid, or Moose, or any of them really see me. When I’m calm. When I’m smiling. I walk by mirrors and sometimes all I see is what they probably see. Anger and boiling