+ flyingxgrayson. v: oblivion is inevitable. Tedious. It was absolutely tedious for her mother to expect her to actually share at some gathering like this...some help group that was supposed to make her what, feel better? Feel better about what exactly? The type of lung cancer that harbored itself within her body? How she hadn't been in remission for a long time now, how she had nearly lost all of her hair and had to carry this tiny bit of luggage around with her because without it, she couldn't breathe?
Sitting in a random seat, the first one she could find, she crossed her legs and sighed, taking in a deep breath. Barbara kept to herself, though her eyes roamed the room. It reminded her of some place where they might hold Alcoholics Anonymous, the coffee and cookies and donuts in the corner added to that bit of scenery and made her crack a smile. She rolled her eyes and cleared her throat, still refusing to make eye contact with any person in particular. She was out of her element. She fidgeted with her seat, adjusting where her oxygen sat until she felt the empty seat beside her become taken. Her hazel eyes shot upward, slightly doe-eyed as she caught the gaze of an unfamiliar yet friendly face beside her. She wasn't certain if she should smile or not, goodness, how awkward.
She adjusted a long strand of auburn hair behind her ear, something the chemo had surprisingly not taken from her--her hair, which had been a distant fear of hers. She swallowed hard finally offering a gentle smile before she looked away from the individual, once again mapping out the area as the seats filled with other people, all sick from some form of the cancerous disease. For once, she felt somewhat normal, having this plastic contraption shoved up her nose to help her breathe, she didn't feel so out of place knowing that everyone was dealing with something here. She cleared her throat and finally spoke to the handsome stranger: "Hi," She softly said with a crooked and uncertain grin.