𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭. blue hues might be focused on how the waves come and go and the sun is sparkling on the water, but leah? leah is lost in the fog that is her mind. she is going dark again, fatin herself had noticed it. except it is only getting worse and worse with each passing hour. she can feel it worsening, the way it crawls at what’s real and plants seeds of paranoia in her every thought. at first, it is easy to avoid because the darkness is slow. it comes in waves, little by little, washing over the land and then letting it dry before it is completely soaked. perhaps that is why leah cannot stop staring at the ocean. how much longer until she is drowning in her own thoughts? she turns towards fatin, eyes empty. ❝ i am sorry. ❞ she really is. she wishes she were easier to deal with, but she is not. no matter how hard she tries. ❝ i just... ❞ a pause, swallowing dryly. ❝ i can’t shake the feeling that something is incredibly... off. ❞