I stir again and blink a few times before fully waking. We're under some sort of shelter, Niall holding me close as I lean against him. Rain slowly falls from the sky.
"How long was I asleep?" I ask, not wanting to move.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
We are not to simply bandage the wounds of victims beneath the wheels of injustice, we are to drive a spoke into the wheel itself. — Dietrich Bonhoeffer