@stavins ♡’d for a starter
It almost takes a moment to register someone is speaking; and another heartbeat more to decide if she desires to answer. Legs outstretched comfortably, the cigarette is brought up to her mouth for a slow, languid drag. It's one of those nights for this stranger, clearly. The soul-searching ones, looking for meaning, for purpose. Why am I here? Do I make a difference? Only humanity dwells on things like that. It's their curse, in a way, to overthink things that don't need to be. To find meaning in everything, even when it's not strictly necessary. The repetition of it all almost made her want to bash her head in. Now it's just a fact of hanging around people, all of their pride and all of their insecurities. Now, she uses it to her advantages. Sometimes it still makes the vein on her temple throb a bit, though. ❝ Is there a point to you telling me this? ❞