Redsand Canyon For me to walk away

Fennec allowed Towhee to lead the way and sat down, but the nature of all of this prevented her from relaxing too much, even in her mom's presence. She was distracted, stressed, and trying to sort things in a way that wouldn't require her to give her mom an entire fucking novel. She knew that Towhee preferred things short.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do. She hunched a bit, though she made sure to face where she knew her mom sat. Nothing feels okay anymore. I'm angry all the time. Any friend I've ever had has pretty much told me they'd rather not have me around, and I'm starting to wonder if I can even blame them. I want to hate them, and I try to convince myself they're wrong. But what if they aren't? What if I kind of hate me too?

She wasn't expecting it to go there, but once she started, she couldn't stop. Her eyes welled up with this admission, but she didn't stop or look away. It didn't really matter now if she let her mom see. She'd kind of given up the game with everything.

I didn't used to be like this. I used to be better, and not care, but... I don't know anymore. I've tried, so many times, and it's never enough. They always leave and it's always my fault.

Penn hadn't said as much, in fairness, but in this instance it wasn't him who had her focus. She was remembering Bronco as he insisted it was her selfishness that destroyed them. It didn't matter that Penn had tried to convince her otherwise, or that she had tried to own it herself. It turned out there were some things she couldn't just shake off.

I just want to not care anymore. Fennec's breath hitched, and she had to stop, which was probably a good thing because she'd forgotten her initial intentions on keeping it brief. She doubted that Towhee would have some kind of magical solution to just turn off feelings like that, but she was open to any kind of lifeline. She'd been drowning alone for too long.