Briar Prescott

I think, after all these years of hiding, I might finally want to be seen again.

I’m not sure what to make of it. I wanted to be seen, and here he is. Seeing me. Only not really. I’m still technically hiding. He’s just accidentally stumbled upon me.

I take a long shower and wash everything. And by everything, I mean everything. I’d venture a guess I’m cleaner on the inside than the outside at this point.