the bad times hit HARDER than the good. she sits on the floor, knees drawn to her chest, hands holding a warm mug of tea that the other had made for them. she sighs, it feels ODD. she’s not used to someone being there for her - taking care of her. “i just - i don’t know if this makes sense. but - sometimes i just think the world is such a mess. i just keep pushing back all these feelings and - and my chest hurts and i...” she trails off, sighing as she stares at the floor. she can’t LOOK at her, she might CRY. “happiness is fine. i just - i think i lost it.”