The Least Common Denominator

XXXVIII.II Tangent

The next few hours were predictably boring after our inevitable cry-fest. Emotions were aired out, my repressed insecurities given an outlet for some sort of release. In hindsight, I knew that I was just being stubborn in not needing the support earlier, what with me bawling my eyes out with Lace being the prime example of my laughable inability to lie even to myself. But I guess it was a given with my shallow personality, no?

Well, it at least gave my heart some much-needed reprieve before it had to tackle the assuredly-heavy themes of walking straight into the center of my problems.

"It's.... something..."

The distance from a few hours earlier definitely did not do this place justice, it would seem. Despite only having the last few rays of the setting