Clementine:
"Why did you jump in there if you were so scared of the clowns?" I asked Ian, resting my head against his shoulder.
After crying for I did not know how long, I realized that I needed to get my shit together.
Ian had been very active and attentive. Every time the hollow man showed up, Ian would carry me while I cried nonstop.
He also took me to safer places. He even found me a water bottle from somewhere.
Now, after crying for hours, I had finally settled. We both sat at the corner of the road, across the road from the theatre, staring at it.
Ian had his legs pulled up, but not all the way. They were slightly parted so his wrists could meet in the middle over his knees.
I was resting my head against his shoulder.
"You think that a phobia was going to stop me from getting in there to help you?" he asked.
I got cozy with him and smiled sweetly for him.
