I swallow, watching him before standing. I walk over and grab my stuff, putting my money back into my pockets. I plop back down and yawn, stretching, "I totally forgot about it. Sorry."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I look down and nod, sighing as I run a hand through my hair. A whole year. It'll be like it was. What if... things happen and we don't come back the way we are now? What if things change?
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 study him, sitting up and twining my hand with his, "I-I think I should head out early," I whisper, "I need to get my supplies an everything anyways."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I walk back into the tavern, worn. My jacket fading and the cuts I'd earned on my arms bandaged, I come to realize how different I look.
Wow. Turning twenty really changes a girl...
I used to have blonde hair, dyed, but it's starting to fade back to dark brown like it originally is. Pulling the sleeves of my jacket down, I strode my way over to the bar and sit at one of the stools, feeling like its the first time I've sat down in weeks.
"Water, please," I order, shivvering.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
You must never give into despair. Allow yourself to slip down that road, and you surrender to your lowest instincts. In the darkest times, hope is something you give yourself. That is the meaning of inner strength. — Uncle Iroh
