LENA
look at me I am weightless
Something was off; Lena couldn’t quite pinpoint whether it was in her own rampant insecurities, information thrust here and there, or the sudden pressure she felt building. Even Everest was giving strange mirrors of apprehension she couldn’t quite fathom or understand, nor why Anju agreed so readily –
She could feel her fingers trembling again, a shake she couldn’t remove from them, as if her body were trying to fight away the need to appease and be good and kind and just and not to run and flee from every pore in her body.
The lack of answers, the vague ferocities – for once, Lena wasn’t going to bow her head. “I don’t think I’ll be a correct fit for your council at this time. I’m sure those remaining will do wonders for you.”
With that, the Caretaker figured her moments adjourned, and aimed to depart, a respectable nod following suit to those contained within. Perhaps they were simply braver than she.
She could feel her fingers trembling again, a shake she couldn’t remove from them, as if her body were trying to fight away the need to appease and be good and kind and just and not to run and flee from every pore in her body.
The lack of answers, the vague ferocities – for once, Lena wasn’t going to bow her head. “I don’t think I’ll be a correct fit for your council at this time. I’m sure those remaining will do wonders for you.”
With that, the Caretaker figured her moments adjourned, and aimed to depart, a respectable nod following suit to those contained within. Perhaps they were simply braver than she.
freedom; petrichor and flower petals
