Confessions

The coach came to a halt just in front of her window. He wanted to be away from the eyes of everyone else, especially in his state, covered in red blood. He looked as though he had climbed out of his grave. He dreaded any movement, especially when the carriage came to a stop. However, it couldn’t keep him apart from her. He crouched under the roof of the carriage as he got out, his foot dragging behind him like a tail. At this time, it had fallen asleep, completely numbed from the pain and excitement in his body. He had paid his fare, though the coins were splattered with blood here and there, and the coachman was off in no time, leaving him naked to the eye.