[The wind picks up and she shivers, tugging the nurse's shirt more tightly around her in a vain attempt to keep out the chill. She doesn't know how to react. The little flame inside cracks and pops, sending out sparks of hope and fear and flattered vanity and traitorous happiness, sparks which die when they hit their icy cage of guilt & grief, leaving scorch marks. She's afraid of what will happen if she lets them out. It's safer behind her walls.
Her head buried in her arms, she doesn't look at him straight on, but peeks from the corner of her eye, something almost sympathetic in her gaze. She understands now, in a way she couldn't have before, why he would shut himself away.]
⊕ march 15th, late evening
Her head buried in her arms, she doesn't look at him straight on, but peeks from the corner of her eye, something almost sympathetic in her gaze. She understands now, in a way she couldn't have before, why he would shut himself away.]