![]() ![]() She was embarrassed to have forgotten such a severely important fact. “We’re going to preserve what you do have. “I’m-” He stopped suddenly and considered for a moment. As stupid and blindly hopeful as it sounds. ![]() “And that you would only stop if you dropped dead.” Nanu was looking at her with an unfamiliar face of sincerity. Despite the missing qualifications.”Īnabel rested her weight on her knees. For you, and for what you’re going through. I imagine I’ve got an interest in the matter.” “Considering the fact that I had a kid crying into my chest, wailing her guts out. “What are you doing telling how to handle all of this then.” “I never said I was a psychologist, kid.” “But what am I supposed to do? Just throw away everything I was looking for, and move forward like it was for nothing?” Nanu started “But you aren’t going to magically feel better all of a sudden.” “You aren’t going to like what I have to say here, kid.” Mr. Anabel propped herself up on her elbows to see him holding out a glass of fresh lukewarm tap water.Īfter a fleeting moment of defiance, Anabel gave in and grabbed the glass. Causing Anabel to pout herself into an irritated silence. Nanu’s only response was an audible bemused snort. the only emotion I’m capable of feeling is despair.” “But what would you know? Maybe emotions work differently where I’m from. It was bare, white, and tinted a creamy yellow color from the reading lamp in the corner. It’s heavy stuff, it’s bound to be confusing.”Īnabel crumbled onto the bed, not bothering to grab a pillow. ![]() “I’d honestly think it weirder if you knew what you were feeling. “That sounds about right.” He shrugged, folding the newspaper he was reading up and placing it on the coffee table nearby. The shower had washed away her tears and her cheeks felt somewhat less puffy than before. The steamy droplets raining over her, echoing throughout her empty husk. So, it couldn’t have been her.Īnabel spent what felt like the better part of two hours sitting on the porcelain floor of the shower. The person she saw was a hollow husk and nothing more. But her face was scrunched into itself and stained by tears, hey eyes bloodshot and pink from eons of grinding against her wrists. The girl resembled her to a degree, with that boyish lilac hair and amber-olive skin. Quietly shutting the door behind her, she saw someone unfamiliar in the mirror. ![]() Nanu suggested, clapping her on the back.Īnabel silently nodded in agreement and slowly dragged herself to the bathroom. “Why don’t you clean yourself up kid.” Mr. And as she exhaled, she felt the noise in her head become marginally more manageable. The hotel room slowly started to melt back into her peripheral vision. Her chest expanded, and the crisp artificially cooled air filled her lungs. Had she not been breathing? She felt her bounce into a nod and started to focus on taking long, deep, yet unsteady breaths. The edges of his mouth curled, forming into an echo of an uncomfortable smile. His sunken eyes were looking at her with a calm, unmoving expression. His face, as skull-like as it was, was the only thing she found familiar anymore. Nanu’s hands held her shoulders firm signaling for her to look up at him. The tears had slowed and she had stopped choking on her own breath, but she still found normal speech near impossible due to a combination of heavy breathing and an overwhelming desire to rub her eyes dry. Her throat still dry and hoarse from the unrelenting wailing of a lost, lonely girl. Her slender arms still wrapped his torso in an unrelenting embrace, searching for some source of warmth. It had to be.īut to block out all her other senses and live that lie proved too difficult. Would anyone in their right mind walk up to someone, innocent and unaware and strike them down where they stood? Destroy their dreams of feeling at home once more, only to follow up and say that everything is going to be alright? That was a contradiction, an oxymoron. Nanu had told her was nothing more than a dream as well. She was conscious of this and feebly grasped on to the idea that maybe what Mr. Every thought had a sort of hazy film enveloping it, every thought phasing and shimmering like a desert mirage. A tidal wave flooded Anabel’s distraught mind. ![]()
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