I guess that's true. I am a little exhausted... A little rest sounds nice.
[She's up on her feet, journal in hand, but her legs fold beneath her and she collapses to her knees again, dizzy from everything circling in her head. It's like learning your life over again, and then someone coming along and smashing it with a hammer—your heart, that is. She'd remembered so many fond times with this man, with this person who's name didn't carry, and now she knows why she was alone in 'love'. In reality and in memory.
She bows her head low, and the fallen screen catches the corner of her shoulder as she trembles and suppresses her anguish.]
I'll—be home soon—!
[She shuts the journal because she can't hide it anymore, and she can't just cry in front of Mithos. Even if it would worry him either way, she just... can't. So instead she sits and lets her shoulders relax. Her head is pounding, but she's got to move, so she does. She starts home. And eventually she'll make it to the front door, standing as tall and normal as she can, like everything was okay.
But it wasn't. She wipes her face, tries to fix her bangs, and then opens the door to her apartment. It's been thirty minutes since she'd answered his message, but here she is. Even if she looks like she's been battling to keep her very spirit inside her, she's here.]
[voice - private]
[She's up on her feet, journal in hand, but her legs fold beneath her and she collapses to her knees again, dizzy from everything circling in her head. It's like learning your life over again, and then someone coming along and smashing it with a hammer—your heart, that is. She'd remembered so many fond times with this man, with this person who's name didn't carry, and now she knows why she was alone in 'love'. In reality and in memory.
She bows her head low, and the fallen screen catches the corner of her shoulder as she trembles and suppresses her anguish.]
I'll—be home soon—!
[She shuts the journal because she can't hide it anymore, and she can't just cry in front of Mithos. Even if it would worry him either way, she just... can't. So instead she sits and lets her shoulders relax. Her head is pounding, but she's got to move, so she does. She starts home. And eventually she'll make it to the front door, standing as tall and normal as she can, like everything was okay.
But it wasn't. She wipes her face, tries to fix her bangs, and then opens the door to her apartment. It's been thirty minutes since she'd answered his message, but here she is. Even if she looks like she's been battling to keep her very spirit inside her, she's here.]