October
when the night falls on you
& you don't know what to do
& you don't know what to do
Tapping her foot restlessly on the ground and trying to balance her need to vent her frustration without letting it overwhelm Finn, Tobi forces herself to still. Imagining her agitation like a scribbled pencil drawing, she mentally takes her fingers and pinches it at either end, drawing it into a straight line. As she does this Tobi makes herself breathe, and think, and focus. "I want that too." October agrees, and the fact that they're on the same page about not sending Ever away causes at least one knot in her stomach to loosen.
Perhaps what Tobi says next is unfair because of the complicated emotional response it perhaps demands, but she finds the words spilling out before she can help it. "It makes me feel like a bad mother." She admits, and not even the whistle of the kettle shakes away the grief that has frozen her in place.
Perhaps what Tobi says next is unfair because of the complicated emotional response it perhaps demands, but she finds the words spilling out before she can help it. "It makes me feel like a bad mother." She admits, and not even the whistle of the kettle shakes away the grief that has frozen her in place.
nothing you confess
could make me love you less
could make me love you less
