Post by Layla Amare on May 28, 2014 20:58:02 GMT -5
Layla could say it with reasonable certainty now. She was losing it. She was taking joy in the destruction of shadows, since it was the only thing lately that felt like an accomplishment. The slow moments and days seemed to stretch out to an eternity, and every time they happened Layla felt like lashing out at the first thing that presented itself. The only thing holding her back and keeping her from going completely off the deep end was the fact that she was conscious of this problem. It wasn't helping her get over that, of course, and that was part of the problem that had led to this behavior in the first place.
The most perplexing thing was how she had known she would die young for the last two years, and had lived accordingly. But now that it seemed so much more immediate, she was freaking out. She knew this as well, and yet she still hadn't found any way to move past it. Instead, she just went into the library one more time, even more on edge than last time.
The most perplexing thing was how she had known she would die young for the last two years, and had lived accordingly. But now that it seemed so much more immediate, she was freaking out. She knew this as well, and yet she still hadn't found any way to move past it. Instead, she just went into the library one more time, even more on edge than last time.
