Shadowwyn Moor Listen for that bell, just wait for that sound

Bridget had always been open to a fault. When she felt something, she said it, but there were times when that overwhelmed and drove others away. She'd had more than a few friendships, and more, fail because of it. She'd had a lot harder time when she was younger, stepping lightly around others' feelings and keeping her own to herself. It came easier now that she was older but she doubted it would ever be a comfortable thing.

Sometimes friendship wasn't comfortable. She let Keen lead the way and responded to her comments with quiet laughter and equally simple additions, but didn't bring up anything personal again. Silently she wondered if she was the strange one, feeling like trust was something a friend foundationally deserved. In her experience, friendships and relationships could only grow if they were given the chance to. Keen's reluctance to let her in had closed the door on a chance, but she'd be patient. Maybe another would open that the other woman would allow her to walk through.