04-11-2020, 02:33 AM
To give me some diagnosis of why I'm so hollow
Please give me instructions, I promise I'll follow
Diya subconsciously leaned to the touch for just a moment, murmuring a soft "thank you" before returning to her previous spot. She was thankful for the dragon's words, the lack of pressure to dig into the skeletons in her closet, but the comfort of not being alone.
She enjoyed the silence, appreciating being allowed to process her emotions without being forced to talk. When the dragon began to speak again, the snowy feline listed her head, surprised to see that her face had fallen. She paused, unsure of what to say. Scooting closer, she rested her chin on Garmelia's shoulder. The feline, socially awkward as ever, scrambled for something to say. "Do you have another depressed cat in your life I need to know about?" she would say in a joking tone.
Oh Diya, what a poor choice of words.
She enjoyed the silence, appreciating being allowed to process her emotions without being forced to talk. When the dragon began to speak again, the snowy feline listed her head, surprised to see that her face had fallen. She paused, unsure of what to say. Scooting closer, she rested her chin on Garmelia's shoulder. The feline, socially awkward as ever, scrambled for something to say. "Do you have another depressed cat in your life I need to know about?" she would say in a joking tone.
Oh Diya, what a poor choice of words.
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