strawberry wine

He continued to hold her and she continued to let him. Gypsy clung to the giant man as though he was her lifeline. In a sense, he was. Without him, she would surely have been dead. Without him, she would die. Gypsy would never be able to be self sufficient. Someone would always have to care for her and Indigo claimed that he would always be the one. If he held true to his word, she would be content.

The mans words met her ears again. Going forward? "I... don't know. I don't have any skills other than singing." Singing was a pretty useless skill, really. It didn't really contribute anything to the group. "I could learn something if you need me to pull my own weight. I'm not sure what I could do though." Gypsy had always been 'cared for.' She'd never had to fend for herself or learn any skills other than sleeping with wolves and singing. She really was worthless, and in this new world, she was really feeling it. There was nothing that she could do for Indigo or the group to contribute. She'd forever be a leech.