#scripted: nancy

nancy bit down on her lip, the words resonating with her. she’d always felt she was meant for something big, but was far too small. maybe it had always been wishful thinking that she would have been more than some girl from some small town in a state no one cared for. “i don’t think we’re ever meant to feel like we fit,” she finally said, looking down at her hands before glancing back up at alex. “if we felt like we fit, why would we bother doing anything? when a puzzle is finished, what do we do? we take it apart and put it away. we might not ever touch it again. it’ll be left there, forgotten,” she said. “a loose piece… it has potential. it could fit anywhere, be a part of anything. you don’t stop thinking about that little piece. so, maybe it’s not so bad to be a misplaced piece in a big world.”

“you should be in the business — your business depends on it!” nancy insisted in a light-hearted voice. she always admired how kind aerith could be though it was worrying. nancy never wanted the other to be used or walked on. “what? you can’t just rope your friend in when i was the one who offered,” she said with a laugh, moving to help start moving the flowers. “but, if you really insist, i can’t say no to doing anything with you. what kind of monster would i be to deny you?” nancy was sure aerith could have anyone wrapped around her fingers and she had no doubt she did — whether aerith was aware or not.