All expectations make her heart feel numb
Mabel still hadn’t gone to her own home.
Distracted, maybe. Indifferent, perhaps. But it was certainly a category of avoiding.
Instead, she drifted in and out of a range of emotions, below the surface, nothing skin deep. Her travels took her back along the Settlements, rooted in disaster, mayhem, away, away, away from anything they’d built. She stifled a sigh at Samuel’s bookstore; she hadn’t been a frequent visitor, but it wasn’t reliving their time in the jail or the barracks.
Might as well.
“Hello,” she offered by way of greeting, mostly to Samuel and Azrael (who’d apparently grown infinitely in a short period of time – her quizzical look might’ve said it all), she didn’t know who the other woman was. Hands in her pockets, a shrug to her shoulders, the youth was solemn and feral and quiet. “I can help.”
Distracted, maybe. Indifferent, perhaps. But it was certainly a category of avoiding.
Instead, she drifted in and out of a range of emotions, below the surface, nothing skin deep. Her travels took her back along the Settlements, rooted in disaster, mayhem, away, away, away from anything they’d built. She stifled a sigh at Samuel’s bookstore; she hadn’t been a frequent visitor, but it wasn’t reliving their time in the jail or the barracks.
Might as well.
“Hello,” she offered by way of greeting, mostly to Samuel and Azrael (who’d apparently grown infinitely in a short period of time – her quizzical look might’ve said it all), she didn’t know who the other woman was. Hands in her pockets, a shrug to her shoulders, the youth was solemn and feral and quiet. “I can help.”
MABEL
