𝕀𝕋 𝔽𝔼𝔼𝕃𝕊 ℍ𝕆𝕃𝕃𝕆𝕎 . no longer living , just surviving , but these days it’s harder . when they became orphans , she had to hold it together , keep them safe , protect her sister at all costs . now she has failed even that . not one to want anyone to worry for her , keeps quiet most days , does her part , quietly in the back , an observer , as always . there is no meaning , no use , only routine . always volunteers for keeping watch on the hours nobody wants , trained eyes looking at the outside world . there’s the cleaning of weapons or even the most mundane of tasks around the house , must always keep busy , and yet her brain still manages to drift to her grief . every waking moment is painful , not a single day goes by when she doesn’t think about a particular experience or conversation she wants to share with cassie , only to be hit with the realisation that she will never see her again , will never hear her laugh , her voice . barely holding it together , hours go by and she forgets the most common of tasks for her own survival , including eating . so when she opens the door to see carl , it’s not surprising . not that the group in general was not concerned , but he was the one who always showed up , made sure to bring food , had to watch her eat before leaving . so the door opens wider , a step taken back so he can walk in . she wants to tell him that he doesn’t have to do this , owes her nothing , she is not his responsibility and she is fine , he does not have to worry about her . but his presence is warming , makes her feel like she’s not all alone in this messed up place , so the corners of her lips tug upwards to a soft smile . “ 𝚑𝚎𝚢 , 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 . 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢 ? ” can’t even remember the last time she ate , not like she even registers the taste of anything , but might as well pretend . ━━ @hintofdevil
