06-28-2018, 09:23 PM
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goldenluxury "goldie" roux — female — the typhoon — tags
[member=112]jacob w.c.[/member]
with everything that had been happening, she felt quite overwhelmed. many things that she couldn't fully understand or process had happened the past few days and she didn't really know who to talk to. maybe she shouldn't talk to anyone. normally she honestly wouldn't, besides maybe papa. but she didn't want to worry papa. and there was something compelling her to spill at least some of her worries. it was just too much to hold onto now. she knew that her health was growing worse day by day because of it, even if she denied it. it was painfully obvious with her exhausted eyes and struggled stances.
mister jacob was visiting now and she cherished it. she appreciated him very much. he was good friends - well, no, they must be more than that - with her papa and she knew he made her papa happy. she appreciated that. he gave her lots of food and even taught her how to cook, which is something she tried to do quite often. although, she hadn't done it much lately due to her injuries. it made it harder to think and move in general, so she wasn't so sure how safe it'd be for her to attempt cooking. he tried to comfort her when papa died, though she was afraid he didn't like her anymore. at least, not the same. she revealed to him that she let it happen. she felt so bad about it, even if he did come back. he probably hated her for that. for letting someone so important just die because she was asleep.
maybe that's why she felt compelled to talk to him now. the injured girl had caught him alone, which made her feel a bit more comfortable to try and talk about these things. perhaps this was just another factor tempting her to spill. "hey, mister jacob," she would say softly, almost nervous. she felt bad. she felt really, really bad. "d-do you mind if i talk to you about some things? it's not stuff i normally talk about...i don't want to bother you i just, i think i should talk about them. they're bothering me. it's okay if you don't want me to."
with everything that had been happening, she felt quite overwhelmed. many things that she couldn't fully understand or process had happened the past few days and she didn't really know who to talk to. maybe she shouldn't talk to anyone. normally she honestly wouldn't, besides maybe papa. but she didn't want to worry papa. and there was something compelling her to spill at least some of her worries. it was just too much to hold onto now. she knew that her health was growing worse day by day because of it, even if she denied it. it was painfully obvious with her exhausted eyes and struggled stances.
mister jacob was visiting now and she cherished it. she appreciated him very much. he was good friends - well, no, they must be more than that - with her papa and she knew he made her papa happy. she appreciated that. he gave her lots of food and even taught her how to cook, which is something she tried to do quite often. although, she hadn't done it much lately due to her injuries. it made it harder to think and move in general, so she wasn't so sure how safe it'd be for her to attempt cooking. he tried to comfort her when papa died, though she was afraid he didn't like her anymore. at least, not the same. she revealed to him that she let it happen. she felt so bad about it, even if he did come back. he probably hated her for that. for letting someone so important just die because she was asleep.
maybe that's why she felt compelled to talk to him now. the injured girl had caught him alone, which made her feel a bit more comfortable to try and talk about these things. perhaps this was just another factor tempting her to spill. "hey, mister jacob," she would say softly, almost nervous. she felt bad. she felt really, really bad. "d-do you mind if i talk to you about some things? it's not stuff i normally talk about...i don't want to bother you i just, i think i should talk about them. they're bothering me. it's okay if you don't want me to."
NOTHING'S EVER LOST FOREVER, IT'S JUST HIDING IN THE RECESS OF YOUR MIND AND WHEN YOU NEED IT, IT WILL COME TO YOU AT NIGHT. I MISS THE YELLOW. I MISS THE YELLING AND THE SHAKEDOWN. I'M NOT COMPLAINING, NO, I GOT A BETTER SET OF KNIVES NOW. I MISS MY DRUMMER, MY DEAD STEPBROTHER, AND THE PIT CROWD. AND CHUCK AND MATTY - IF THEY COULD SEE ME THEY'D BE SO PROUD.