“ YOU are being so needlessly difficult right now ! ” fury spat through gritted teeth, all of that bottled rage starts to spill but there is only anguish in each drop, and despair in her wild black eyes. hurt is a thousand needles prickling at her chest, making her blood boil, scorching hot like a fever. she’s desperate and unyielding and frustrated to no end, and those feet once steeled so filmy to the ground, cutting through the narrow path ahead with the aim and certainty of an arrow, are now shaky and unsure -- is this her own doing ? guilt does her no good, now, of all times - but that guilt can only be soothed by a reassurance he can’t give her right now. and so it stays. “ come back here & stop avoiding things & stop avoiding me you - you ! ” ugh ! @ichorshone
