Maea
I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear
The sun is gonna reappear
The cloth wasn't yielding to her angry tugging, and thus there was no escaping to be had. She just bristled even more when he kept talking, absolutely hating how pinpoint accurate he managed to be. Even though he knew absolutely nothing about her.
"Apparently it is if it's such a widespread ailment," she snapped back. "No different from a cold - no one's complaining about those either." Which made her melodramatic and self centered for lingering so much over her pathetic little issues, right? Right. So what was she doing, hyperventilating over sleeping in the same room as a guy? That was beyond pathetic. That was just sad.
"Are you saying I'm pretending?" She was too tired for this. Giving up on the blankets she fell back on the bed and let tangles be tangles. Her breath came too fast, the burn in her throat a bit too close to tears for comfort - she would much rather remain angry. Anger she could handle.
"Apparently it is if it's such a widespread ailment," she snapped back. "No different from a cold - no one's complaining about those either." Which made her melodramatic and self centered for lingering so much over her pathetic little issues, right? Right. So what was she doing, hyperventilating over sleeping in the same room as a guy? That was beyond pathetic. That was just sad.
"Are you saying I'm pretending?" She was too tired for this. Giving up on the blankets she fell back on the bed and let tangles be tangles. Her breath came too fast, the burn in her throat a bit too close to tears for comfort - she would much rather remain angry. Anger she could handle.
Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!
Hold on, hold on!
