* MY FATE.

“ The piano ~ ? Oh that’s lovely! I would like to see you play sometime, then, “ You, too, wore a smile - yours more worn down. ( tired. something was telling you to keep them safe. perhaps a fear regarding someone you hadn’t seen in decades. ) You let out a soft hum. “ Well, becoming a good hostess is subjective - I think you’ll make a fine one! “

“ well ! i can play the piano ! ” you hum with a smile- thoughts disconnected from the world around you. “ big sister camilla is trying to teach me how to be a proper lady- but ! i’m not a very good hostess. yet ! ”

“ sometimes . . .  i would like to do things by myself ! ” a faint giggle- hysterical, as if she spoke too much, she’d crumble. “ everyone else has always taken care of me . . . but i’m not a child anymore, and it’s stifling to be coddled by my siblings- regardless of how much i love them. ”

#REJECTSPATH ; she speaks in tongues & with her words they come undone, & with a wayward mind, she struggles through the night. all that i can do, is hope she makes it through ‘till dawn.