I watch her leave before turning back to the twins' things. Taking in my surroundings again, I head to Rayah and lay at her side, slipping my arms around her. They surprisingly don't fall through, but probably don't feel like anything either. You're gonna be okay, Rayah. I know it.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I sigh and bring a hand to the side of her face, just looking at her a moment before answering. Bad things happen to good people. I didn't luck out this time.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I overhear the word pregnancy but tune the conversation out, not wanting to step over anything that's not my business. It's not Rayah... I would have known if she was. So I have to turn a blind eye. It's not for me to know.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
You'd be astonished at the intimate stories, hidden struggles, and heartfelt dreams that people are willing to reveal if only they find someone who'll truly listen. — Arcticus