really she should've expected the question to be turned on her , but now that it was esmeray found herself at a loss. was she okay ?? unlikely. too dreadfully consumed with her own fickle anxieties ( her family, torpefied. her home, forgotten. her life, in stasis ) to be placated …. how strange it was to go from contentment to trepidation in the span of a few weeks. she kept waiting for some sort of catalyst : something to mark her ascent or downward spiral. it hadn't come yet , but it would. she'd known as much since she chased her brother to new orleans. but she would survive. she had to. what other choice was there ?? ❝ i'm- i'm fine , thank you. ❝
Caroline didn't take anyone at face value anymore. It was clear to her just by watching the brunette's eyes as she processed the question that there was far more going on under the surface than she wanted to admit. The blonde could respect that. There was way too much in her head, after all. Everything in her brain was crammed together in there and it felt too full, like too much. She hated it. Just the fact that she was back in time was too much to process but if you added in the fact that she was also back in time with a fiance and now her wedding was basically ruined by stupid ol' time travel. Not that she was completely unfamiliar with failed weddings. Her last husband had died on their wedding day after all. Caroline smirked. "So neither of us are actually okay at all. Is that what I'm hearing?"














