[ she stilled on her perch on the side of the armchair, so near to November and yet so far away before she slowly raised her beer (her own tremor showing slightly) and took a sip. Life unmuted: how apt a description that was and she felt a sudden rush of nostalgia as she remembered the first time she had seen November. He had been a veteran after just a few months, she was still green around the edges, a fresh, gawky barely out of her teens and freshly minted with her contract.
But she had been optimistic then, even still, faking the emotion as surely as the phrase, fake it til you make it, demanded. She pasted on a smile for November's sake. ]
No wonder you've been glum lately; It's practically been like having a teenager in the house again.
[ she chuckled, but the laugh fell flat even to her own ears and then she sighed, letting her beer fall to her lap where she cupped it in both hands. ]
You're right, however; nothing's felt quite right since we entered this country. [ she flicked a glance towards their third bedroom where July was curled up with a bear they'd picked up in some awful, cheesy gift shop as a joke (even though July loved it). ] Even July... [ she shrugged and then kicked her heels back a little as she leaned back. ]
Do you hate it?
[ hate it. She shivered a little, wondering that she could even ask such a question and wonder the answer to it. Emotions, they were... so unnecessary to who she was now, but she couldn't escape it no matter how she twisted and turned, deflected and ignored. It was there, creeping at the corner of her vision, a forgotten ghost that she had thought long since put to rest. ]
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But she had been optimistic then, even still, faking the emotion as surely as the phrase, fake it til you make it, demanded. She pasted on a smile for November's sake. ]
No wonder you've been glum lately; It's practically been like having a teenager in the house again.
[ she chuckled, but the laugh fell flat even to her own ears and then she sighed, letting her beer fall to her lap where she cupped it in both hands. ]
You're right, however; nothing's felt quite right since we entered this country. [ she flicked a glance towards their third bedroom where July was curled up with a bear they'd picked up in some awful, cheesy gift shop as a joke (even though July loved it). ] Even July... [ she shrugged and then kicked her heels back a little as she leaned back. ]
Do you hate it?
[ hate it. She shivered a little, wondering that she could even ask such a question and wonder the answer to it. Emotions, they were... so unnecessary to who she was now, but she couldn't escape it no matter how she twisted and turned, deflected and ignored. It was there, creeping at the corner of her vision, a forgotten ghost that she had thought long since put to rest. ]