Cat's in the cradle...
April is oblivious to the large number of people who are supposed to be dying soon. She's humming and sketching. A baby's hand in a mother's. Two sets of hands on a pregnant stomach.
And always, no matter how hard she tries, there are wedding bands on the hands. Usually, she erases them as she draws them, but there's still a hint of them.
She's open to socializing.
And always, no matter how hard she tries, there are wedding bands on the hands. Usually, she erases them as she draws them, but there's still a hint of them.
She's open to socializing.