darcy | colering ring ring
“hey, darcy.”
“hi.”
“are you okay?”
“yes.”
“are you really?”
“n-no.”
“what's wrong?”
“don't worry about it. i'll be fine.”
“darcy, please. you can tell me.”
“. . .”
“. . .”
“okay, fine. i'm tired.”
“tired?”
“yeah. i'm so freaking tired. and mad. and sensitive. and lately, breathing has been the hardest thing i've ever done.”
“darcy, you're not thinking of hurting yourself, are you?”
“no.”
“no?”
“that way, they win. i'm just exhausted.”
“i can sing you a lullaby.”
“. . .”
“. . .”
“okay.”
“okay?”
“at this point, i'd try anything.”