they can haunt me all they want
08-10-2021, 07:57 PM
Ophie was really trying, you know? But old habits were hard to break, like chains wrapped around her tight, and the more she struggled the more they coiled around her. Tighter and tighter till it was hard to breathe. She thought that going outside would help, getting a change of scenery put a bit of a spring into her step only for her to slow down when she realised that this was the reason she didn't go out. Her breathing was huffy and laboured as she slowed to a crawl, her tail hanging limp as her sides heaved. Maybe jogging just wasn't an Ophie thing, maybe it never would be.
Plonking her hefty rump down, Ophie just sat there as she waited for her breathing to level out. The weather was as nice as it could manage at this time of year and the scenery that surrounded her was pleasant enough, with it's rolling hills and long swaying grass. Hills that Ophie had no interest in scaling anytime soon. With nothing but her own thoughts to fill the silence she couldn't help but dwell on the hows and whys, her siblings had struggled with grief just as much as she had. Why had Ophie been the only one to spiral so wildly out of control? Was it simply a matter of being weaker than the rest? Sometimes it really felt as though that was the case, that all of her siblings both old and young had left her in the dust with no intention of giving her time to catch up.
Kinda sad now that she thought about it.