#* saint

Switching to red wine might not have been her greatest move, given - usually at home, it never mattered how much she drank to drown out the images and sounds still imprinted in her mind. Nobody else was ever around to witness that, and more importantly, nobody was ever around for her to accidentally brush up against, the long sleeves of her dress not quite giving her the relief it should have. Even still, she’s never been able to pass up a glass of red. Seemingly alone again, Maggie relished in the distant sounds from inside, the calmer atmosphere when she was somewhat removed from it all soothed her soul in ways she couldn’t really explain, but when a shadow encroached, blocking the dim light from behind, she drank back the last mouthful of wine and scooted over a little on the steps, “-- Sorry, don’t mind me, I didn’t realize I was right in everyone’s way.”