she sits in a coffee shop, working on the table-top campaign that she was going to be running in a few weeks. she was tired, sore, and incredibly hungry. she wanted so terribly to eat something, nigh anything. but she didn’t. she stayed strong and Controlled her body. she was still in charge.
then why did she feel so weak? why was she so helpless in this situation?
and it wasn’t even a drastic or dangerous situation. it was just an awkward social gathering.
it was the NaNo Twin Cities group. they were meeting in person officially for the first time since November. she was happy to be around writers again. she was so happy, she brought along one of her best friends who is also categorized as a writer in her head. but may she was mistaken.
because there he sits, bored and uninterested.
she secretly texts an apology to him for dragging him along. he responds as expected — shrugging it off kindly. she still regrets, on his behalf, extending the invite.
he says he would later explain why it wasn’t a problem at all. she is hesitant to believe he will indeed tell her the full truth. but what else can she do?
so she waits. she waits until this is all over with and she could just move on with life.
this stupid, horrid life that she doesn’t want anyway.