[DARROW] come back and haunt me, oh and i rush to the start

[unseentides]

 I don't know why my first instinct was to go to Faye. Maybe because she was the first person that had been there for me in Darrow, no matter much we might have disagreed. I knew she wasn't going to hold my hand. That wasn't what I needed. I just needed someone to talk to, to give the situation the weight that it deserved, and it wasn't fair to put all of that on a boy just because he looked like somebody I onced loved. Someone, I suppose, I still did.

I didn't call. Maybe I should have. I knew my manners, after all. But Faye had given me her address for emergencies, and while I still don't know if this counted, I figured the worst she could do was turn me away. I just didn't want time to think it through before I went, I guess. I had thought enough that day, and I was tired. 

Faye lived near the beach. Ocean View, I think the apartments were called. I was a little envious of that, but sometimes the sea brought strange pangs of longing back to me. Reminded me of how we'd run down the pier with the wind whipping at our sides, how we'd visited that wreckage and we'd all been so much more broken than we'd ever been. How the ship hadn't been the only hollow thing that sat atop that beach. I lingered for a while on the edge of the apartment building, looking out at the ocean, breathing in the salt air. It was cold enough that it almost stung, and yet so invigorating. 

I had to pull myself out of the moment. One of those moments so like just before I'd arrived in Darrow, when I'd really let myself cry over Tommy for the first time. I probably could have stood there for hours, but I had a purpose. I needed to remind myself of that sometimes. And though I had more time than I ever had before, I intended not to let it waste. So I made the short walk to Faye's apartment, #3, and knocked on her door. 

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[attitude]

When a knock sounded on my door, I felt my heart practically leap up to my throat. Only a handful of people in the city had my address. It was the only way that someone in my line of work could really keep safe; the moment you tied yourself down was the moment someone else decided to hunt you before you could hunt them. Even on the job, I rarely went by the name Faye, except with people who were similarly from outside the city.

I never really knew why. Some sort of camaraderie, I suppose? We were all aligned against something greater than us. Whatever disagreements we could have had, it paled in comparison to what the city did.

Even among those who knew me as Faye, though, I didn't exactly invite all of them home. So I quickly got to my feet, a hand on the gun tucked underneath my belt as I approached the door. When I saw who it was through the peephole, I let out a sigh of relief.

Halfway, at least. The fact that Kathy was coming to me still meant that something was likely wrong.

"Hey," I said as I opened the door, quickly looking out into the hallway in either direction, before waving her in. "Come in. Is something wrong?"