Serious was certainly a look that Novella wore frequently these days, when had she last genuinely smiled? It felt like forever ago, now that the worries, the guilt and the unexplainable, undiagnosed depression ate away at her. It showed as well, though some energy had returned to her now she was sleeping and eating better, she had lost more than baby weight and still looked somewhat drained.
Maybe a routine would help, something to keep driving her and keep distracting her. She had little clue whether it would or wouldn't work though making that first step towards a routine was one proving more difficult than she ever thought it would. A year ago had she not found herself suddenly the leader of a pack, she had coped then so why couldn't she now? She was useless. At least she certainly felt it right now.
No words would leave her this time. Her mind wandering to nothing in particular and uncertain on how to really respond to him anyway. She was certainly distant these days, this simply another demonstration of that fact. She hated it, the guilt of letting her family down and hurting them and yet it seemed she was only a shadow of herself and simply couldn't figure out how to get past all of this.
