[ wherever they are, ink covers aqua's arm like dark stains through her white sleeves. there are quite a few words woven together, and it may be difficult to make it out all at once: Have the uncountable hours in the shadows whittled away the courage I never really had?
she places a hand over some of the words, but they bleed elsewhere. she sighs. ]
W0 MONDAY
she places a hand over some of the words, but they bleed elsewhere. she sighs. ]
...Hello, Camille.