⠀ ⠀ ⺌ ⠀ @BLODSTAINED ✮ .݁ ̽ ♯ ⠀ ⠀* stepping over the threshold, she is confronted with scent of the house, the same as it always was─── the scent of HIM. gaze trailed the grain of the hardwood floor.. avoidant. * I WANTED TO.. APOLOGIZE. FOR WHAT HAPPENED.
☦︎︎ [ HANDS GRIPPED AT HER ARMS, TRYING TO QUELL HER TO AT LEAST EXPLAIN—– WORRIED EYES SHONE THROUGH THE MASK, RELUCTANCE. ] fine. but i expect you to explain LATER.