Read Forget It :: Attentive

Ophelia smiles crookedly. Her pale slash of a mouth doesn't serve much for her looks, but when she smiles, it twists into an unnatural shape, as if there are more muscles in her lips than there should be.

"I do not know where we are. I only know we are surrounded in black."

Ophelia delivers this statement mechanically. It makes no sense. Black is the complete opposite of what we are surrounded by. Bright white. Nearly blinding, but not quite. I glance back at Ophelia, whose crooked smile seems to have been enlarged. Should I say something? I could mention our surroundings.

"Tha- that is quite unfortunate, Ophelia. However, y- your last statement isn't entirely true for me. You see, I am surrounded by, um, by white instead of black."

Those f***ing stutters! No matter the amount I try, those damn stutters won't go the f*** away! What is wrong with me?!