Tracey Davis (snarkies) wrote in fourteenshades, |
"I'm from bloody fucking February." She sighed, looking up at the rather bland ceiling of the room, keeping more tears from forming, though she could already feel them starting to wet her lashes. Tracey normally didn't swear, especially not so harshly, but she was pressed and couldn't hide it. He was being so... She didn't even know. Gentle? That was never a word she ever thought would be in relation to him.
She sank down into a crouched position on the floor, creating a crease in her still shiny mary-janes that she wore. Fingers idly tugged at the end of her silver and green pleated skirt that she wore, eyes focused on that rather than on him. "It was almost Valentine's Day. It's the first year no one's cared about it. Everyone's so... was so..." She shook her head, pursing her lips until a dimple appeared in her cheek from the strain. It was hard to put her thoughts that were so fresh in her mind as past events.