Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190809183250/@comment-5583506-20190830022857

Still on the ground, Evangeline begrudgingly dragged herself up with what little energy she had left. She walked over to the bathroom mirror and gazed upon her reflection. She hated it. Her eyes were red from all the tears and in their center was the pair of blue neon-glowing lights shining back at her, as if mocking her.

For a brief moment she wanted to smash the mirror into a thousand pieces, but relented. Instead she touched the side of her temple, shutting the adapters behind her eyes down. Light faded from her vision and everything was completely black. She had always feared the dark since the day she had been bereft of her sight, fearing that she would remain shrouded in perpetual darkness where no one would ever find her again. But this ... this moment, with Tanner ...

It was hell in comparison to such a petty fear.

She would rather stay in a pitch black abyss than think about her current situation and how she would have to tackle it from now on. She could only imagine what she saw in front of her now in the mirror's reflection. A soft but weary face, crowned by wavy, unruly, raven-black hair, and a pair of sad eyes, looking grey dead.

She didn't feel like turning them back on. She was fine where she was as of now. Her hands fumbled along the walls as she oriented her way to the bed. She didn't bother undressing either. She just crawled onto the mattress and pulled a blanket over herself, feeling anxious over how she would face him in the morning.