"Nothing's wrong!" Arl said, maybe too hastily. Arl looked at Isabelle, then quickly looked down again, staring at a little speck of dust on the floor. There was a moment of silence, then he decided that maybe, this time, it might help to be a little bit more honest. "...yeah, maybe something is wrong," he began, slowly picking his words through. "I don't know. Sometimes I have days like..." he waved his hands, and said, "...days when I feel down. Like today." He smiled weakly, still not meeting Isabelle's eyes. "But I'll be fine. I've always gotten better."
screaming armadillo
screaming armadillo