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“Col-Calixta” She hesitated. Of course he did ask pretty abruptly. What kind of horrible person just assumes somebody’s lying for no reason at all? He must just be too used to people lying.
“I think the idea you had is a good one. That stick Erin has-you called it a gun-does pack a punch” She proceeded to hobble up and Ehud visibly cringed watching her. That really looked like it hurt. Oh, they were moving again. She was actually going along with his plan-
“Wait really? It’s not a bad plan??” He bounced after her careful to slow down and stay well enough behind her she wouldn’t feel she was too slow (humans are weird that way). It wasn’t long before he could hear her grumbling something under her breath which was probably a string of curses. But he couldn’t hear any of that since he was mumbling her name over and over again so he wouldn’t forget it. Pretty soon her name became the sound effect for every time he had to cut a branch out of his way.
A lot of people around him had never been that great to him or anyone else. Many of those people were broken, some tried to be better on and off. Ehud decided very early on he’d never let bad things destroy his optimism. People were basically good, he was determined to believe that even if most people didn’t choose to do good things.
Calixta probably wasn’t lying, he was just hyper-sensitive and maybe she subconsciously reminded him of how some other person had looked when–He didn’t want to ruin himself with wild doubts and he felt guilty for not trusting Calixta at her word. He missed Rosario, he missed his brother, Enoch. Everything around him was new and threatening and he was not people-savvy, he usually relied on his two closest friends to take the lead. He didn’t miss home at all but he was uncomfortable around so many unfamiliar people.
Ehud talked a lot when he was nervous but he could get very quiet when he was upset and it suddenly occurred to him he hadn’t said a single word for over fifteen minutes. And now he felt very shy and introverted. Ax Girl was still upset but she did not want to be vulnerable in any way and Ehud didn’t feel up to cheering her up. Although, he really wanted to, he hated not being there for other people, he didn’t want anybody to have to feel that sort of pain ever again, it made him feel upset and he didn’t want to see anybody cry–Somebody was behind them, Ehud whirled around half hoping he didn’t just embarrass himself jumping at a snapped twig and half ready to bolt cos this was a super scary place.
“Oh…Erin! You’re here!”
“Ehud…I want to talk to you.” She almost stammered. Was this about her crying? Oh she was gonna tell him if he told anybody she’d murder him…No wait, it felt heavier than that. Ehud was completely lost, he glanced around for Calixta but she was already somewhere ahead of him so he didn’t know what to do.
“Uh, ok.” Ehud fumbled for some sort of words that would put her more at ease but couldn’t really think of anything. So he just sorta shrank between his shoulders a little and nearly dropped his bag trying to stuff his hands in his pockets. He had no clue what he should do.

Oh no, that’s not too dark at all, writing is therapeutic for me too. Ehud’s actually my happiest, least traumatized character yet. Fun fact; expressive writing can be used to heal sometimes even physical pains:)

@millennium
oh hey I’ve saved that picture before! It one of my favorites! I found it on Pinterest too
also I nearly fell over when I read you post and now I’m basically dying thinking this is so wrong and so funny!…Is that wrong?