Fallenwhisper
Pessimist
Penelope gave a flinch to the scent of alcohol on his breath, revolted at the state he put himself into. Sure he had lose plenty, but drinking your worries away was a cowards move. She hesitantly entered, red hair in sloppy curls down her back.
"Look, I didn't want you to find out that way," she refereed to his father, "I hardly knew myself," she added. This was both their burden, and it would have to be dealt with accordingly.
"We need to discuss what happens next," she whispered.
"Look, I didn't want you to find out that way," she refereed to his father, "I hardly knew myself," she added. This was both their burden, and it would have to be dealt with accordingly.
"We need to discuss what happens next," she whispered.