SHE WAS AN ABSOLUTE MESS. not even jordan wanted to try and help fix her at this point in her downward spiral, and if anyone could, it would’ve been him. her phone had been dead for three days now and she hadn’t left her flat in four. friends came and then left nearly as quickly as they had, deciding that she’d shake the funk she was in, in due time. the truth was that she was tired of being hurt time after time by men who never truly deserved her in the first place when she looked back on it. a series of events brought her to be single for the first time in over three years, which then led to dating terrible sad excuses that only had one thing on their minds. as of late, her thought process had become daily prayers and chants to the goddess to bring her some sort of beacon of hope that things would prove to get better; isla just wished that the goddess would speed things along a bit.
hair in unruly, bright trusses, the witch sighed softly and closed heavy–lidded eyes; eyes that were usual a bright, beaming light, now a dull shadow. her neighbors probably hated her now after blaring stevie nicks and fleetwood mac for the past twenty–four hours. even still, stevie played loudly and mulan silently fell over her television screen on mute. her messy pajamas and the rings on her coffee table from several mugs of tea told how rough the weekend had been. isla was doing her best to put her recent troubles behind her and move forward positively, though it was proving futile and forced her to consider giving up on positivity–—–until a knock on her door and feet shuffling in caused a small quirk in her brow.
“ aren’t you s’posed to actually wait for someone t’ answer before you go bargin’ in? ” her words were mumbled and barely translatable with her thick scottish accent as she faced away from whoever entered the flat. the familiar laugh of a friend made isla turn her head, glancing over her shoulder to see a third of british strong style and moustache mountain’s original only resident. a long, drawn out exhale left parted plump lips before she turned back around, watching the scene where ‘ i’ll make a man out of you ’ would play if the sound was on and not stevie instead.
“ stevie’s right, you know. ah was afraid of changin’ because i built my life around this idea of what ah thought my life would be like with someone else. that landslide brought me down and now ah i don’t know how to fix it. and now non’a my mates will try to remind me who ah am... and ah can’t remember on my own... ” sniffling, the white witch shifted on the sofa to look toward the doorway and show the sincerity in what she spoke. all she craved was someone to show her she was someone worth caring about, especially when trying to fill that endless void with a man had failed time and time again.
♡ — @FATEDFIGHTS CLOSED ⁄ TRENT.
