“ Look at you now. ” tai to shauna
" oh yeah, look at me now. " arms gesture up and down over her figure like its some kind of disappointment, like its something to be ashamed of. growing up, getting old, being the result of all those years they spent together. what other world is there? in every one where shauna looks back, plays videos in her head on a loop, there is no way to escape this motionless reality. caught in a circle that spins until nothing happens, spins until she's sick
there was one out, maybe, if the queen card ever found its loving way in between the grasp of her pinched fingers.
" a depressed housewife who, uh, hates her daughter and doesn't even fuck her husband. " as she raises her brow, she raises a wine glass with it. brown eyes dart around @denouemente's home and if it weren't taissa, if it weren't someone who held her at her lowest and cradled her head, looked in her eyes and said that even in all of shauna's damage, there's nothing that would push her away, maybe she would be jealous. yet none of that negativity arises, instead she just turns her gaze back to her friend, someone who she sometimes thinks is her only true friend left: and smiles. " i'm doing so so great aren't i? "