“I got you, you’re okay. You’re alright, I got you.” bc emotional lilie and supporter damian y a s
“What do you know?”
Sharp and to the point, the brunette didn't give Damian a second glance as she paced back and forth across the floor. This was wrong, this was all wrong. It wasn't supposed to end this way; it was all because of stupid Giancarlo, that moronic libertine just had to meddle into this entire affair. Why did he have to bud in that way? Bringing back such odd things, making her of all people mess up in such a way...
God, she had to think of a way to cover up this mess. If it were to come up to the light, The Bull--her Anya, she'll never--
Breath becoming a burden to keep steady, shaky hands moved through stray locks in frustration, trying to figure out some way to get herself out of this situation. Eventually, though, even that seemed to be useless, as that feeling continued to cause pain to her chest.
“This isn’t fine...This isn’t--”