Gallaria paced the length of her office, back and forth. She had been doing so for the better part of an hour and there was a growing furrow in the carpet underneath the soft leather of her boots. Though it was good exercise for her aching legs, the reason behind the pacing was eating the paladin alive.
It had been a good couple of weeks since Faer had tried to kill himself. Every day, the temptation to go see him rose and rose until it peaked around the afternoon, but by that time, she’d come up with an excuse not to go.
She had no idea what to say to him. What wouldn’t sound like a selfish plea or an extremely heated wording of how she felt? Gallaria let out a frustrated growl and finally listened to the groaning of her joints. Sitting down behind her desk, the redhead stared blankly at the medium-sized pile of paperwork and letters she had yet to go through. Most were final copies of things Jayy had written up, budgets and things that needed her signature and seal to make official.
Still, all she could was pray that she didn’t have a meltdown like the one in the City. It had taken days to clean up the apartment and replace everything that she had destroyed. The sounds of a child’s laughter filled the hallway just outside the office, interrupting the train wreck of thoughts the paladin was fixated on.
Jessa and Illy. Another person who was just about to slip out of her fingers. That engineer was further delayed and Gallaria was ready to go up to Dalaran herself and put her mace to good use. But her aim was off and the power behind her swings was shaky at best. The sound of laughter faded and she was once again alone with her thoughts.
When are you going to realize that you don’t bring calamity to my life…to the lives of all those who care about you? When will you open your eyes and see that we –want- to be around you?
When can I start to hope again?
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