[She doesn't mind the silence so much, continues staring off at the horizon until her jewelry lightly pings her again, one (1) new message waiting to be read. It's not exactly the message she expects (then again, his never are) but she can't say it's not a question that hasn't been on her mind a great deal in the past few weeks.
The pause on her end matches his, edging it out by ten seconds before she sighs and allows a wisp of brutal honesty through.]
I don't know. I don't know if I trust myself to separate right from wrong anymore.
go us
The pause on her end matches his, edging it out by ten seconds before she sighs and allows a wisp of brutal honesty through.]
I don't know. I don't know if I trust myself to separate right from wrong anymore.