Hushed Willows don't you know i'm no good for you

Seabreeze doesn’t know what she’s trying to ask and her jaw tightens, wishing to withdraw the question all together. Her heart bangs against the back of her ribcage and she closes her eyes, attempting to steel her frustrations so that she may not look stupid again, again, always.
 
“Here. Where i-is here,” she wobbles through, licking her lips. Drool starts to pool in her mouth again but she lifts her nose a bit, fighting against the new surge of upset in her stomach.