Entry 2

Twelve days, and naught but two words. “You key.”A key to what? But her lips smiled faint like I should know. She must be some royal runaway Princess! The way she looks at me like I’m special. She don’t like fire. Stares at it like it were a smoking gateway into Hell. But water. She drinks it never-ending, like a dirty cup of melted snow got the taste of roast horse.