Wakey wakey

N/A · 09-11-2016, 05:10 AM

Diana too had been feeling sick, though more unwell in the head. Mentally drained. Did it count as an illness? It sure felt like one. Her head sometimes spun. Sometimes she caught her heart in her throat. Sometimes she got stress attacks. And other days she just felt so exhausted, like she couldn't find the energy or willpower to do anything. It was like a black cloud hovering over her thoughts. And she was just dying to talk to her sister. In the absence of activity, the contact of others, she eventually desired the company of others. The silence was deafening. To her fortunate, her emerald gaze came across the ashen girl taking a drink from the mangrove's waters. "Jay Jay!" she called out to her, taking a few strides over, surprised by the shout in her voice. It was probably the loudest she had ever gone, and that was so un-Diana-like.

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