Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
It was a hard drop, but though she'd likely be bruised good in days to come, Maea barely felt the pain. It was too much. The weeks of dread leading up to LongNight, too much work on too little sleep, the assault and now this - she couldn't take it anymore. Getting tired of my own words
"As I recall, you told me you protect the Dusklight, not me. You also said you didn't kill people," she accused him, voice sounding brittle. "I saw you! That - what - it's – "
Breath coming faster, there was no mistaking the fear in her eyes now, or how close she was to a full blown panic attack. Scrabbling to get up again, her feet slipped on the icy surface; it did nothing to help her frazzled state of mind.
Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts
through the loudness of my own hurts
base inspired by Odd <3
