[A public confessional. The words made her frown, made her shift a little bit uncomfortably against the back of the bed. She brushed a stray strand of hair from her face. She hadn't meant to make the journal that. She had only meant to... honor the day and the reapings past. And to make certain no one would ever want to talk to her again, to shut herself away from the rest of Luceti. To protect herself, in a way, from ever setting herself up for hurt again.
One final blow. That was all she wanted. And maybe, just maybe, she had meant to make this all a public confessional in the process.
It made her dislike herself just a little bit more.
But she made no attempt to to turn off the video feed. Or even look away. Her gaze remained steady on the page and she inclined her head just a little. She'll listen.]
[ private, video ]
One final blow. That was all she wanted. And maybe, just maybe, she had meant to make this all a public confessional in the process.
It made her dislike herself just a little bit more.
But she made no attempt to to turn off the video feed. Or even look away. Her gaze remained steady on the page and she inclined her head just a little. She'll listen.]