Lowell
Ten years ago.
It has been a week and she looks more alive than she did when I found her. The feelings are still there, I can barely contain all the emotions inside me. It is overwhelming but there is just something good about it.
I feel at ease, just knowing that I found her. The only concern I have is the way I found her.
Something happened to her.
She was hurt and it looked like the intention was to kill her. She has been in and out of it for a week and I have spent all the nights in the room I kept her. For the first time in my life, this is something that I want to control. I want to know who sees her, what she is given, I want to know everything about her.
She is mine.
