02-02-2019, 04:44 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; color: #484848; line-height: 22px;"]hayley liked the cold. she liked how it made her feel awake, alive. she liked the way it could wake her up, remind her she was alive. there were moments where everything was hazy and she felt sort of numb, as if she was on autopilot, moving through a routine of preparing meals and changing diapers and stitching up wounds, but the moment she stepped outside, the sting of cold air on her face could shock her back to consciousness.
she was tired, having had a long night with the colicky newborn, and at some point she was pretty sure she'd forgotten a meal. but as soon as she stepped outside, the cold air hit her, and she felt awake, alive. she'd only been intending to go on a brief little patrol when she found the scene; brendan and tomorrow, standing before a man and a horse. stopping beside the pair, she stayed silent, as the necessary questions had already been asked, and they simply had to await answers.
( this is so lame i'm sorry sdkjdsahjsda )
she was tired, having had a long night with the colicky newborn, and at some point she was pretty sure she'd forgotten a meal. but as soon as she stepped outside, the cold air hit her, and she felt awake, alive. she'd only been intending to go on a brief little patrol when she found the scene; brendan and tomorrow, standing before a man and a horse. stopping beside the pair, she stayed silent, as the necessary questions had already been asked, and they simply had to await answers.
( this is so lame i'm sorry sdkjdsahjsda )
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