resistenciia.
the past few months have been tough on camilla – losing both of your parents will do that to a person. it’s been getting better lately; spending more time with her brothers and her boyfriend, going back to school part time and even leaving the house more than once a month. currently, she’s laying on her mattress in the same pair of pajama pants she’s been wearing for three days, only looking up at the sound of her godfather’s voice. ❝ yeah ? ❞ her voice cracks from lack of use, hand going up to rub tired eyes. ❝ i mean… if you want. ❞ she shrugs, rolling over so she can sit up, crossing her legs as she looks at him, pulling her comforter up to her shoulders.
he lost two friends, but it will never compare to the pain her and her brothers are feeling. there’s not much he can say, nor do, besides BE THERE for them. hell, that’s his JOB for the time being. he’s here to help them, provide some kind of comfort, the best he can. ❝ camilla, ❞ her name leaves in a SIGH as he enters her room after a moment. he lowers himself onto the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees. ❝ talk to me, angel, c’mon. ya -- ya gotta talk t’someone. ❞ micah bites his lip, watching her quietly. ❝ scoot over, c’mon. ❞ he moves to lay beside her, his head resting on his arm.
