(it's ok, I understand lol=) )<br/><br/>She cradled her new drink in her small palms of her hands, putting a minute pressure on the glass. She hoped she had not offended her companion of the night. Her thumb stroked the rim of her glass, peering down into the green absinthe. And as he asked her a question her eyes went harsh. Could he be trusted? She took a deep breath, would she be able to live with herself if he got involved? She decided, and looked into his eyes, sadness welling in her.<br/>"I drift because I am not a normal person." She clutched her glass, her hand shivering a little, "Every time I stay too long in one place, I get chased away..."