She definitely made a compelling argument;
the sarcasm of his thoughts reflected on his
features as he challenged her.

     “You sure about that? Cause you look like you need
     a cookie or something. Maybe you should take a good
     look in the mirror, so you can see what I’m seeing.
                       —You look like death.”

                       visage devoid of amusement, fatigued gnawed at
                      every muscle causing an ache in her bones. such
                       exhaustion grew difficult to conceal now. another
                      sacrifice was vital to replenish what had been lost.
                              a groan of exasperation fell from her lips,
                                     sapphire irises rolling skyward.

                                     ❛ stop pretending to care
                                               & just give me the bourbon. ❜