She watched the other woman with CONFUSION as she slipped out of her comforting embrace. Columbia was QUICK TO UNDERSTAND that Liz had done so to collect herself. At this realization the former groupie took a deep breathand wiped away at the tears which had been pouring down made up cheeks. Porcelain ivories bit down upon GLOSSED, QUIVERING LIPS in afailed attempt to calm herself for the other’s sake. TEAR FLOODED optics grew wide at Liz’s response. As someone who KNEW LIZ it was apparent to her the gravity which weighed down that sentence. Pride SWELLED in her chest at the other’s capability of detaching from the one who had done her wrongso quickly ( not EVERYONEwas capable of refusing forgiveness to those people ). ❝ No, she DOESN’T, ❞ she replied coldly, fists clenching at her side. Was that an agreement to stay away as Liz asked her to ??? Columbia WASN’T SURE quite yet. Though, the thought of further upsetting such a dear friend was likely more than enough to keep her away. ❝ She ain’t worth an OUNCE of your energy or time, ❞ the bitternessoozed from EACH SYLLABLE which escaped her.
LACKING GRACE are the shuffling steps taken to the edge of columbia’s bed. the need to sit is ever present ; the weight of loss ‘pon her shoulders is nearly too much to bearstanding. cautiously, she perches on the worn mattress, dosing relief to aching limbs. even so, the younger girl’s gaze is eluded ––– in favor of the carpet ; her own still baring her lover’s corpse, & the sunken stain of a sanguine pool beneath him.
that thought alone is enough to trigger another bout of tears, quiet sobbing once again racking her chest. palms, their tremor poorly concealed, come up to cover her face, elbows resting upon pantyhose - donned knees. she’s crying into her hands, unable to become the embodiment of strength she’s expected to be. ❛ oh god –––– ❜ roughly exhaled, palms shifting to allow her voice to carry. words, however, remain muffled& faint, nearly indistinct –– had the room not been so quiet. ❛ this is –– it’s my fault. ❜
