(festering on loneliness and a smother of loyalty;)

(one time too many;— drama, , 0/1)

 

One would call Baba a loner, but as typical for her species, why would anyone bother to check in on her? With her, her loneliness had stemmed from betrayal and from her own stupidity. That person was her first—love, her first touch but she was a fool to trust them as a person.

 

 

(a figment of my past, tips of the present; —drama, to be discussed—taken by seulgi)

You were like the hero in her books. The one to save her from wounds, the one to save her from her desires. And you were the one to cause her own destruction.

There was a point in Baba’s life where she had no idea on what she was doing. And so,  the poor woman decided to turn to alcohol. Little that she knew it became a thing she depended on. And despite her quiet nature, she shedded from her skin and managed to wake up right next to you one night. Bits and pieces of her memories of her spilling her wishes, hopes, and fears—a pure moment exploding into bliss and she wished to wind back time.