ShieldMaidens

 "Hey," he called out. I could barely hear him. His weak prodding at the back of my head barely registered. I stayed still, tears falling wherever they wanted. It didn't matter if I ignored him, he continued quieter than before -- I could only make out one word before it became a mumble: you. Perhaps he was speaking for his own sake, rather than mine. His fingertips were comforting, nonetheless. They now rested on the back of my neck. Cold and bony. "Please?" he whispered, I couldn't understand the emotion behind his plea. He repeated the word once more, a little stronger. I shifted my head, he was beginning to annoy me. "I didn't mean what