
find Naomi in one of her weak moments.

❝ a’ course honey… jus’ fine. ❞
lies hid behind her teeth; lies she’s unable to
tell the youth opposite her – she was concerned,
yes she comprehended that – but she was still
young. it’s u n f a i r to pour her problems onto
the other. a small, feeble smile on her lips lasted
for a second until it drops; her palm pressing over
her eye.
❝ … are ya? ❞

❝ I—- I think we’ll be safe here… at least for now… yer okay, right? ❞
my muses reaction to yours tracing one of their scars and asking how they got it.

❝ —–oh. It’s…
it’s a long story. ❞
What do you know; another
one of her self harm scars she
created; only that time it was
donned further up her arm; and
that one wasn’t horizontal, but
vertical. Quickly – a sleeve is
pulled down; her gaze avoiding hers.
I’ll generate a number from 1-15 to determine how my muse will hug yours; 5. "Hello" hug.

and her arms will trap the smaller girl into her grasp,
for a friendly hug of course; something like a greeting
more like it.