[ @ameliaxdalton ]
“... So this is all just-- this is so much, really. I don’t-- I don’t know what could be actually helpful at this point. And I just feel--” Madi shut her eyes for a moment, let out a long sigh. “I feel so lonely. I don’t normally have many people I let close, but this-- this is too much and I don’t know--” She shook her head. “I don’t know how I can keep going with this little alcohol and nobody I could rely on.”
(It was an absolutely wrong perception, she had people to rely on, she was just actively working on pushing them away or refusing to listen to them, even if to Madi it didn’t feel like it.)
She wasn’t talking to anyone in particular, though, she was sitting near the apiary, her legs crossed, pulling out the grass around her slowly to do something with her hands cause it just kept fidgeting, as she talked to the bees. Something that she’s often did, but especially these last few months, since everything started going downhill. And as far as she knew, nobody was listening in, nobody was close. Why would they, anyway, it was just Madi.











