ALMOST LIKE A HIGH THAT SHE WAS RIDING. taken over by her frustrations and allowing it to consume her. exuding sudden confidence that only just showed up. that wasn’t always who she was. the rage only seems to appear when she talks about her family. those who easily tossed her on her ass as if she meant nothing. trash kicked to the curb. never accepted. however, when she’s forgotten about that anger and she calms herself, she begins to come down from that adrenaline rush. she realizes that she isn’t sure if she knows how to tap into that anger all of the time. and she doubts herself and her decisions. and doubt makes her wonder about the people she’s allowed in.
the blue haired male is a smooth talker. able to push her uncertainties away. though, there is also a sort of craziness behind beaming eyes. a demand given to her that she can’t be sure of. questions. was this a good idea? perhaps she should have stepped away when she could. fingers fiddle together, a tightening in her chest. lips part and she turns to face the male, “ i don’t know. ” did others question him or did they all go along with whatever he said? “ i don’t think i can do this. you chose the wrong person. i’m not cut out for any of this. ” fickle and apprehensive.
@bluemessiiah !
