Re: Patio - Shelly, Marsh and Open
She looked up at Marsh, blinking a few times as if he were a source of bright light in the darkness. Shelly recalled the record store interaction vividly. Sometimes she couldn't help herself. It seemed like her mind could slip into a place that felt red and mean, that lashed out and wanted to hurt. It made her worry about herself during moments of self-reflection, how easily viciousness could come to her. A person probably shouldn't be that good at it. "Hey, Marsh," the blonde murmured, turning the long piece of metal over in her fingertips.
Speaking of self-reflection. "The bathroom mirror was talking to me," Shelly blurted out. She turned to look at him with an expression of quietly resigned horror. "It was so awful." Her voice came out in a slightly hoarse whisper and she turned back to face the fire, the orange light reflected in her eyes. "It said I would live a long, ordinary life of contentment." The blonde shivered visibly.