@deadseeing || continued from here
the moment Chris sits down, she lets out a soft, tired sigh. Only when she is alone ( or rather, without him ) she realizes how hard and tiring it is to be with Thomas to her. Mostly it is his presence only to have that effect on her. They could spend hours in silence in the same room, not even looking at each other, and still she would hold her breath ( metaphorically ) till he is gone. It is as if all the chains tying her to him were real and heavy. Anchors dragging her to the bottom of the ocean - of the abyss. This moment of peace will be brief; she will enjoy it as much and long as possible.
Chris closes her eyes for a few seconds, and reopens them when Eojin speaks. “He’s been talking about moving out for a while,” she replies. Her voice is not less tired than her appearance. “He’s been organizing and packing things. That’s all I know.” In this moment, though, she does not care much about what he has been doing. She only wants a break, oblivion - the temporary belief that nothing has ever changed in her life. She pushes Thomas away from her mind for her time being and focuses on the hand on her shoulder only. Her smile is worn out but soft. Her eyes, somehow puzzled. “Hurt? No. He doesn’t do that kind of things to me.” A brief pause. “Well, not anymore. But those scars have left since long.”
