[ Again Jess glared at the guard and again she was ignored, but this time it didn't matter to her. It wasn't him she was seeing. It wasn't anyone, and it was everyone. He had no face, his silhouette buzzed like television static. It had to; if it stopped and took form, she'd be paralyzed. Her hate poured out of her and into this thing for as long as it stood there to receive it. She had no idea her hand had been taken off the armrest.
As the guard left, she did her best to let him take that darkness with him. It was already pooling afresh in her, but she could remain above it for now. Without expectation, she listened to the answer her companion gave her, and couldn't muster up any disappointment or dejection. She processed the dearth of emotion on a measured breath, in and out. Taut shoulders barely moved. ]
Mendacity, huh? [ She ironed any inflection out of her voice. She was out of questions. Out of hope, except for a deep bottle to drown herself in. ]
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As the guard left, she did her best to let him take that darkness with him. It was already pooling afresh in her, but she could remain above it for now. Without expectation, she listened to the answer her companion gave her, and couldn't muster up any disappointment or dejection. She processed the dearth of emotion on a measured breath, in and out. Taut shoulders barely moved. ]
Mendacity, huh? [ She ironed any inflection out of her voice. She was out of questions. Out of hope, except for a deep bottle to drown herself in. ]