#d0gwoods

with the way she paused in front of him, elizabeth felt like a child being scolded as conway told her to hold still. it almost made her chuckle, even. but she reluctantly did as she was told, green hues looking up at the man as she watched him reach to fix the stray hairs. threatening to fall out from her hairdo, she probably could’ve wasted a little more time this morning with the products she used. it was a task she could’ve easily done herself, but it was almost . . intimate. that he even noticed the auburn locks that needed to be fixed, let alone wanted to fix them himself.

‘ is it all pretty again, now? ‘ a grin turned up against the edges of her lips as eliza spoke softly, gloved hands resting idly by her sides. her eyes stayed focused on conway’s face, however; his own seeming to wear a look of concentration. did he even know what he was doing up there?

there's a concern in this voice that elizabeth almost didn't catch onto as the woman's head turned to look at him. she probably looked like a mess right now . . hair frazzled more than usual, dark bags under her eyes. no . . no, she couldn't sleep lately. she tried, of course, but . . it never worked. no remedy or tea, no matter how many pillows and melatonin she took. sleep was a hard crook to catch.

eliza hummed at the question, a slight shrug of her shoulders being her reply as she leaned her body over gently. resting her weary head on the man's own shoulder as she shut her eyes for just a moment. ' mm . . hard to say. 2 days maybe? 3? it all kinda blurs together. '

she was so tired. her sleepless nights have never been this bad and- oh, conway was so comfortable against her head. if she knew any better, eliza could've fallen asleep right now. scrunching her nose ever so slightly, the woman straightened back up- clearing her throat a little as she looked back over at him.

her actions appear as saintism , to peek beyond the curtains offers a selfish narrative. her worth was only found in the way she cared for others. and if she took only a moment to stop , who would she be to anyone at all? she wears that angelic smile well , the one that offers hope. a shake of head , almost in disbelief. ❛ i know that i don't have to. ❜ it's stated so matter of factly , as if she's said it a million times. a rehearsed line that no longer feels human. ❛ i wouldn't be here if i didn't want to. ❜ was it a truth , or a lie? maybe somewhere in between. she was here because she wanted , but also because it was what was expected. chrissy was the person , who would shatter herself into tiny pieces to keep others whole.