HELP MY SISTER SHE'S DYING!
I've learned to slam on the break before I even turn the key, before I make the mistake, before I lead with the worst of me.
Torin hadn't had much time to spend with Jewell as of late. Their language lessons had been a good escape from his other duties, a welcome distraction from his many worries. But lately they hadn't been happening, Jewell claimed she simply wasn't feeling up to them lately and he hadn't pressed the matter. He hoped that she was simply having a few off weeks and that if she wasn't she'd be able to at least come to him with her concerns. Evidently that wasn't the case as he found himself wandering close to her den and the wave of sickness washed over him. His own stomach roiled at the stench and he frowned and felt his chest flutter with anxiety, he hoped it was only a cold, maybe a stomach bug. He was ill equipped to deal with anything more. "Jewell?" He began hesitantly, "Ça va?"
"Silent treatment" & Deep thoughts |
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