#óh btw that thin about the light isnt a metaphor

[cope-aftermath]

Charlotte froze in her seat for a brief moment as she heard the rhythmic tapping on the passenger seat window before her face turned to a scowl, and what remaining moonlight that lit up the car's interior was drained from it. she reached down and retrieved a small hatchet from under the seat. before exiting the car and closing the door behind her. as she rounded the corner and saw her collector standing there boredly, a weight lifted from her chest and the light returned, the scowl gone from her face, replaced by a malicious grin.