Aurelia
'cause not everything means something, honey
so say the unsayable, say the most human things
so say the unsayable, say the most human things
Her gaze is hard and unflinching as she stares across at Jack. To her it feels less like crossing a line and more like getting to the bottom of something. His answer isn't really an answer but a request, for her to go. It's at that moment that her eyes avert, blinking down at the desk but not really looking at it.
Her jaw rolls for a moment, almost as if she might say somthing. Maybe he is just another person among many that she can't trust. Whatever it is he's keeping from her, part of her almost doesn't give a fuck anymore. What would it matter, anyway? Part of her wants to laugh in the face of this tremendously shitty turn of events. Part of her wishes she could go back, do things different.
Most of her is tired of feeling like this, so... maybe she won't anymore. Something has to give. There's got to be a point where she stops apologizing for what she is or the choices she's made.
Though she wishes she could conjure up something to say, she just... can't. The only thing to follow his words is the sound of her making her leave. She moves up from her seat with thinly-veiled anger, moving almost as if she's rushed. The chair nearly topples over in her wake, teetering for a moment as she turns her back to him.
fin.
Her jaw rolls for a moment, almost as if she might say somthing. Maybe he is just another person among many that she can't trust. Whatever it is he's keeping from her, part of her almost doesn't give a fuck anymore. What would it matter, anyway? Part of her wants to laugh in the face of this tremendously shitty turn of events. Part of her wishes she could go back, do things different.
Most of her is tired of feeling like this, so... maybe she won't anymore. Something has to give. There's got to be a point where she stops apologizing for what she is or the choices she's made.
Though she wishes she could conjure up something to say, she just... can't. The only thing to follow his words is the sound of her making her leave. She moves up from her seat with thinly-veiled anger, moving almost as if she's rushed. The chair nearly topples over in her wake, teetering for a moment as she turns her back to him.
fin.
if everything is temporary
I will bear the unbearable
I will bear the unbearable
