Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190520181834/@comment-5583506-20190612011156

Eva took notice that she had hit home. It wasn't a pleasant feeling, and she knew it, but nevertheless an important one. Self-awareness was a good way to cope when things were as darkest.

She did pity him, and if it hadn't been for the fact that she was lying there with her flesh opened, she would have thrown her arms around him in an embrace and told him that everything would be fine and that even things seemed grim, she would be there for him.

That was at least how she imagined it. The reality was again a painful truth. And with her lying there on the bed as useful as a wet blanket on a cold night, and with him sitting there; looking like the most miserable man in the world, there might as well have been a concrete wall between them.

"I wish I could be of more help to you now", she said. "More than just stating something that must come as obvious to you. But believe me when I tell you that I... know how you feel. At least I'd like to think so. I know how it feels to have your whole life planned out for you, only that it's not you who do the planning. You are just sort of the spectator and everything else happens around you whether you like it or not, but you still get that creeping feeling that this was all a part of that planning you weren't invited to."

She made a short paus. "And those few genuine things in life that we know of, those small delicate things that we know are our very own motivations, always seems to slip out of our grip though we struggle to catch it. I am not talking about something forced upon us. Not some make-believe fantasy that this was what we truly wanted. But something true and pure, grown in our very own hearts and thoughts." Her glowing lenses wandered over to look at him. "They always seem to be right in front of us, one step ahead, when we least expect it, yet they are always somehow out of reach..."