02-04-2019, 04:35 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; color: black; line-height: 22px;"]☁ holy fuck, when had she turned into this? into this mild seeming woman who baked bread and knitted socks and worried so much? once upon a time, she'd been hayley, the woman who could outdrink most grown men, who played russian roulette and the knife game, who did stupid shit and acted like a twenty-three year old. and nowadays? nowadays she was hayley, some mother hen, fretting about everyone's well being. it was almost nauseating, and yet, she couldn't fight off the instincts.
eloise was a quiet girl that, truth be told, hayley didn't know squat about. she was young and kind, at least she seemed as much, caring tenderly for her cow. she was shy, as much was apparent, but hayley couldn't help but fret over her as a mother of a small girl. hope was weeks old, not years, but hayley thought about her future frequently, about who she would be. she couldn't think about it, refused to, but there was always that nagging voice that reminded hayley that not everyone lived. whatever had happened, eloise was here without a family, and she didn't ever want hope to be in that position. but god forbid her daughter was... she wanted someone to be kind to hope.
so hayley was headed down to the barn, where the little girl always seemed to hole up, a tupperware container of soup in one hand, a piece of bread wrapped up on top of the container, and an extra blanket in her arm. if she was going to hide down there, hayley could respect her desire for solidarity, but she wanted to make sure she wasn't going cold or hungry.
as she entered the barn, she saw brendan, and nearly jumped out of her skin in surprise. ❝oh, hey, i wasn't expecting to see you down here.❞ she said, clearly spooked, but quickly righting herself. ❝i, uh, brought eloise some soup and a few extra blankets, it's chilly down here.❞ she explained, but said loud enough for her voice to intentionally carry, glancing around the barn in hopes of spotting her somewhere.
eloise was a quiet girl that, truth be told, hayley didn't know squat about. she was young and kind, at least she seemed as much, caring tenderly for her cow. she was shy, as much was apparent, but hayley couldn't help but fret over her as a mother of a small girl. hope was weeks old, not years, but hayley thought about her future frequently, about who she would be. she couldn't think about it, refused to, but there was always that nagging voice that reminded hayley that not everyone lived. whatever had happened, eloise was here without a family, and she didn't ever want hope to be in that position. but god forbid her daughter was... she wanted someone to be kind to hope.
so hayley was headed down to the barn, where the little girl always seemed to hole up, a tupperware container of soup in one hand, a piece of bread wrapped up on top of the container, and an extra blanket in her arm. if she was going to hide down there, hayley could respect her desire for solidarity, but she wanted to make sure she wasn't going cold or hungry.
as she entered the barn, she saw brendan, and nearly jumped out of her skin in surprise. ❝oh, hey, i wasn't expecting to see you down here.❞ she said, clearly spooked, but quickly righting herself. ❝i, uh, brought eloise some soup and a few extra blankets, it's chilly down here.❞ she explained, but said loud enough for her voice to intentionally carry, glancing around the barn in hopes of spotting her somewhere.
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