// but darling you are a river //
The incessant notions to curl up into a ball compressed her, legs eventually wound around as she settled into the couch. “Okay,” though an argument could be said for not wanting to overwhelm King’s End either. Maybe Frey would have better alternatives.
Or that sinking feeling in her gut – that told her other multitudes to prepare herself for.
Glancing at their belongings, she sighed, barely capable of nibbling at the scone, but not wanting to be rude and leave food behind. “We can head out in the morning? Or this afternoon?” And then figure out accommodations and…everything else. Which now seemed to loom larger than ever, a great panic-sized hole in her chest.
[FIN]
Or that sinking feeling in her gut – that told her other multitudes to prepare herself for.
Glancing at their belongings, she sighed, barely capable of nibbling at the scone, but not wanting to be rude and leave food behind. “We can head out in the morning? Or this afternoon?” And then figure out accommodations and…everything else. Which now seemed to loom larger than ever, a great panic-sized hole in her chest.
[FIN]
Lena
// but you will never stop; you flow //
