Tiger Demon (Anaira remembers)

Anonymous

It had been days, Anaira hadn't been around for days. But there she was. In the rain. Her cat-ears soaking as well as her dress. Her knees drenched in mud, bruised on the floor. She was wearing a black dress, weeping in the cemetery. As you got closer, you read the name on the gravestone: Jesse Alexander. You were now standing right behind her. You decide to:
Hug her.
Kiss her.
Give her food.
Ask if she's alright
Tell her to get in the car.