[ The Doll's tension slowly begins to ease after Nathanial takes a seat beside her. She opens her eyes and watches the fire, listening to the simmering water in the kettle; it relieves her mind of the things she has just relayed.
His question is given some thought, her brow furrowing as she tries to pinpoint what causes her the most distress. ]
When the nightmare fades, I am left with a heaviness that lingers on for days... A darkness shrouds my mind; ensnares it. It is a melancholy that I have never known, a wound that is deep and bleeding.
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Date: 2023-10-05 07:00 am (UTC)His question is given some thought, her brow furrowing as she tries to pinpoint what causes her the most distress. ]
When the nightmare fades, I am left with a heaviness that lingers on for days... A darkness shrouds my mind; ensnares it. It is a melancholy that I have never known, a wound that is deep and bleeding.
[ She sighs. ]
Guilt, perhaps...