𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 ---- eyes meet the ceiling in her attempt to calm herself. On edge, Rosario is visibly struggling, trying her best to preserve her sense of empathy. She’s been there too, she knows what it feels to be cornered like an animal. to feel threatened even when others tried to disguise their intentions with soothing words
❛ ----- look ❜ she begins then, a wooden chair is dragged closer to the rusty iron bars where she now seats ❛ i know that words lose their charm when they’re whispered through prison bars, but i’m really trying here ❜ the heels of her combat boots rest against the legs of the chair, knees up serve as the base for her to place her elbows on. ❛ i understand, and i believe you, but i also know that there are certain things i’m sure you remember but you are not telling me ❜
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