<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/5c/75/59/5c755911ea51d73bff3a01972b30a5b6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dara Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369710#msg12369710)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Nauru | October 23, 2016 | Around 9 PM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Miles Radnie<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Uncomfortable topics, ptsd moments, triggered memories<br/><hr/>Curiosity she could believe, but excitement? The idea that he’d use<i>excitement</i>as a descriptor for her life’s story, that he’d just described as<i>heavy</i>moments before, felt like a slap to the face. So what was it? Did he think she was holding some heavy burden or keeping some exciting super-secret fantasy past from him? Well, he was so quick to brush the whole thing off it was easy enough to figure out – apparently it wasn’t all that important to him anyways. It was just another one of those whimsical things about whimsical Miles the world wide teleporter.<br/><br/>She didn’t really know how she felt about all that. She just knew she didn’t really like feeling like she was being jerked around. Here he was light as a feather, moving along like he’d asked her about the weather when he naively had her delving through every little dark memory of her past trying to figure out which one he was actually trying to pull out of her. It wasn’t fun reliving things. She avoided thinking about her past like the plague, because when she thought about it… It did<i>things</i>to her.  Things like Shae’s whispers, yet completely different all the same. It made her skin crawl, made her stomach lurch and suddenly she felt every bit as unclean and dirty as she portrayed herself.<br/><br/>Dara gulped on the lump that’d formed in her throat, her eyes glassy and unfocused as he swam about her jabbering on about things she only seemed to hear like a dull mumble in the background of a fishtank. Then, before she knew it, he was gone and she was alone. Dara blinked slowly, taking in her surroundings as the silence crawled up her spine like a venomous spider. Where had he gone? Somehow she’s completely missed whatever the hell he’d said before he poofed out of the area. She at least trusted him enough to know he wouldn’t just leave her there for long. He may be whimsical and hard to peg down but he wasn’t about to abandon her.<br/><br/>So while he was gone she made her way back to sure and set her shirt down for her to sit on like a makeshift towel. She drew her legs up against her chest, lowered her chin onto her knees and then she waited. She waited with her thoughts, waited with the nonexistent voices echoing in the distance, waited with the jumbled mess of half melted bodies and her sister silently trembling in the aftermath, waited with her foster parents beating her with a bible and their sick son invading her personal space in ways that made her lunch rebel against her stomach, waited as she cleaned up needles, waited as found her sister passed out on the floor, barely breathing, waited as she cleaned their wounds thanks to that payment they hadn’t made to the drug dealer on time, waited while she pulled her sister from the ledge of a building and convinced her that there was still<i>hope</i>for something better for them - even if she didn’t quite believe it herself... She waited, just like she always did. Waited<i>for something</i>. ”You’re my drug…” She muttered when he finally popped back into existence mere feet away from her. She didn’t even really bother to look at him; she was quite content to stare out over the waves appearing over the distant horizon.<br/><br/>”When I get like this, when I have my moments of weakness and I want to just drink myself into a stupor… That’s when I text you. I text you so I don’t have to remember. I text you so I can’t wallow. I text you to remind myself that humans aren’t as unreliable, unrepentant and repulsive as they seem to be.” Her tone was heavy, quiet – as if they were at a funeral and the weight of that loss had her nearing tears. She felt guilty, honestly. In a way she was using him. No, she was definitely using him, but it wasn’t like she was using him for malicious reasons – even if they were selfish ones. "I text you because you make it all fade away."