#11 yr old abby walks into a catholic church to talk to a priest

[curiosity-killed]

abby’s internal monologue is just “i wanna goooooo home.” unfortunately, she is home. it is her couch. she can never be free

[ALT ID: A digital drawing of three people sitting on a mustard yellow couch. One has long pale hair tied into a single braid and wears a heather grey shirt that reads ‘Simon & Garfunkle,’ a pair of ripped jeans cuffeed below the knee, and coral sandals with velcro straps. They are looking fondly at the person sitting in their lap, who wears an asymmetrical burgundy suity with black accents patterned with silvery pinstripes. They also wear a heavy golden necklace, cuff, and earrings, and bright green doc martens. They have one arm looped around the blond’s shoulders and are gesturing dismissively with the other. The blonde has a speech bubble reading, “We have loved each other for millennia, since long before the stars had human names.” The person in burgundy’s speech bubble interrupts the first, saying “We are professional rivals.” The two of them take up most the couch. The third person sits slumped on the far arm of the couch with her head in her hands and a phone dangling from her left hand. She wears short denim shrots and an orange t-shirt, and an arrow points to her from below with text reading “The actual protagonist (grudgingly).”]