<div style="text-align: center">《Sou》<br/>
Location: Dryden<br/>
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</div>Sou had been lost in thought, murmuring bits and pieces of scripture and gospel songs, repeating the words<i>"This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine," </i>until the words ceased to mean anything. She swayed in the small room, her hands looping in the air to catch the tiny specs of dust floating in the sunbeam. This was a calm, safe place that felt familiar and yet…she'd never been here before. It was like she was visiting someplace she had seen in a dream.<br/><br/>The door opened, and the delicious man came back in and busied himself with the furnace. Sou paused and turned to look at him. She heard his words, but what she saw was his eyes' avoidance. He wouldn't look at her.<br/><br/>Sou's throat tightened. Why wouldn't he look at her?<br/><br/>"What's wrong?" she whispered. "Why won't you look at me?" She followed him with her gaze as she hung up a shirt on the doorknob, then moved outside.<br/><br/>"Why won't you look at me!" Sou cried out. "What's wrong with me?" She looked down at her arms and torso as if seeing the tattoos for the first time. Her chest heaved. She pulled in panicked, frantic breaths. "Why? Why did he do this?<i>Why?</i>" She collapsed to her knees and hugged her arms around her body.<br/><br/>She had a boyfriend. He was a cop. He was supposed to protect her. Why had he let this happen? Her thoughts were jumbled and full of self-pity. Sou began to weep, sobbing "Rebel," and "why did he do this? Why? Rebel, why?" over and over again.