Mar 7, 2013
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THANK YOU! *glomps*
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THANK YOU! *glomps*
((I don't even know you that well but uh...*touches muses butt then runs*))
Skuld let out a “eep!” as she looked at the Mun, biting her lip. “Um… Thanks? I think? I am not sure who you are but I would love to get to know you! In a friendly manner of course!”
((Age 8: What's your thought on strawberry ice cream?))
“I have only tried it once, my friend Chrissy from the orphanage let me have some and I liked it very much!” beamed Skuld.
As far as she was concerned, it didn't really matter anymore. Walking foreword every day, just to fall back so much further in her thoughts and dreams. She was supposed to be an adult by now. 18 years old, she should be married and starting a family and all that ridiculous social mandate. But it all seemed distant. Even her closest friends, felt likt they were leaving her behind. Sara and Urey were getting married after all. She hated feeling this way. She never once wanted to be like this. Feel obligated to do anything. But again, it didn't really matter.
She ran her hands through her hair. Resting her hands on the stone wall she sat upon. Idly letting her feet dangle a few inches off the ground. She sniffed. Hoping that she wouldn't cry. She wasn't a cryer. She never wanted to be a cryer, but it seems that things in life kept happening wether she wanted them or not.
Such is life.
She reluctantly brought the corner of her light grey overshirt up to dab away at the stubborn tears. "Why...why can't...why can't I be stronger?" She said through the intensifying sobs. She balled up the cloth in her hand angrily. Coughing wetly in irritation and ultimately, defeat. She was so weak and broken when it came down to it. Never could she bring herself to show this side to the people she cared about. It was too much to hee her own pain reflected in their eyes.
She inhaled sharply when she heard approaching footsteps. Hastily crying to clear her face and regain her composer. It was getting late, and she probably seemed out of place in the middle of a strange town, sobbing her eyes out, but she did her best to seem natural. Keeping the inevitable subsequent sobs as quiet as physically possible.
Once again, in selfless selfishness, sealing her true feelings away.