a thousand faces staring at me, a thousand times i've fallen
“We, well… No. It’s the family shop.” He explains somewhat exasperated, blonde brows furrowing slightly in his own frustration before he sighs through his nose and stares at the empty cup, shaking his head no to Loren for more because he really should be going. And perhaps it’s his frustration that keeps his stutter from appearing, but he takes a deep inhale of breath and keeps his gaze trained on the cup. “I’m the only one. I don’t have siblings and there’s no other family members to help. It’s just me, and I have to take over the shop when my parents are gone.” It wouldn’t be the Westfall shop if there were no Westfalls, now would it?
He pushes back from the seat now and still remains clutching the bag in his hands, head ducked slightly as he looks over toward the entrance. “I should go, they’ll wonder why I took so long.” He pushes the blonde hair away from his face before nodding to Loren. “T-Thanks.”
He pushes back from the seat now and still remains clutching the bag in his hands, head ducked slightly as he looks over toward the entrance. “I should go, they’ll wonder why I took so long.” He pushes the blonde hair away from his face before nodding to Loren. “T-Thanks.”
a thousand voices dead at my feet
GLAS
