Koda;
A crack in stone that I thought was solid… Rigid against any circumstance.
That's what I'm seeing now.
She moves with the same careful diligence she's always had. Her steps are gentle, her back straight, and her head bows at the right angles.
She speaks when spoken to, keeps her hands busy, and her eyes lowered just enough to be respectful without appearing fearful.
If someone asked me what was wrong with her, I wouldn't know how to answer.
That is the problem. That is exactly the problem!!
She is not acting wrong, but there's just something.
I notice it in the spaces between things. In the pauses that last just a breath too long. In the way her gaze skims past people like she's making headcounts... In the way her presence no longer settles into a room but seems to hover, as though she's ready to leave at any moment.
I feel it most when she isn't aware that she's being watched… When she thinks she's alone.
Her aura used to be soft and warm… Like candlelight.
