#bugs....

Submas with fancy glasses. Sunglasses! Weird glasses.

a body can only ache as much the soul allows... it must then mean that her soul is stronger than she first thought (for the ache inside of her is untold and violent: it cuts against the parts of miwa that struggle to remain soft). she is awash with worry, a state not unusual for the young girl. though she has tried her best to hide it around the older woman, it is no doubt written into the squiggle of her mouth. her hands fidget, her eyes barely grazing the flowing landscapes that pass by the train's window. it is terrible to be chosen for anything, really ---- the weighted faith of others in miwa's ability often feels misplaced [ she does not need to speak these words into existence: her face maps out the gentle tug of anxiety ]. when the cart passes with coffee, it taps against miwa's seat. she jostles from her daydream. an apologetic smile is aimed, loaded as a gun, at both the service man and at shoko.