Gabby: Contemplation
The stack of papers on her desk seemed small in comparison to other months, other lives. She was slowly flowing towards a point in space and time where it seemed like everything would be perfect. The dead brought back to life. Hearts given back to the broken. It made her impatient, because these things were always lies.
She pushed the half-finished sketches of several possible outfits away from her with a sigh. She was tired of parties and public show. The few quiet moments drinking with Kenzie had been the most enjoyable thing she had done in months.
Just a little longer, she told herself, staring at the papers. Live like this just a little longer.
She pushed the half-finished sketches of several possible outfits away from her with a sigh. She was tired of parties and public show. The few quiet moments drinking with Kenzie had been the most enjoyable thing she had done in months.
Just a little longer, she told herself, staring at the papers. Live like this just a little longer.