⠀⠀⠀❛ ⠀... Blake— ?⠀ ❜⠀⠀HER⠀voice cracked way more than she would've liked, as if it's been weeks since she needed to use it. For all she knew, maybe it had been. How long was she falling exactly ? Did it really matter ? Not like this was her final destination. … Or maybe it was. She's not sure if that's a comforting thought or a suffocating one...
⠀⠀⠀But despite the inner turmoil, there's a sincere glimmer in silver eyes. She feels a lightness in her chest, almost like when she'd first started falling — but considerably nicer. Her steps quicken, and for a few perfect moments she can savor the innate joy of finding a familiar face. Until she takes notice of Blake's uneven walk, the way the corners of her eyes crease with winces she tries to pay no mind. Her expression falls, and her own steps falter. As dark brows knit with concern, Ruby can feel the weight in her voice — a delicate attempt to buoy her rising dread.
⠀⠀⠀❛ ⠀It's always something. … What happened ?⠀ ❜
⤷⠀⠀@reliberated ——— s.c.











