narcissisticnugget
your local weeb™
Chelsea scribbled something down on her notebook, forcing herself not to press farther. She was wondering what she had remembered, but given the fact that it might be sensitive info, she kept her mouth shut. She could ask if the hangover symptoms were gone later. Albright saw Bright's eyes move in his direction, and he stopped what he was doing for a moment. "I'm making pancakes," he stated, turning back to the frying pan in front of him. After putting the first pancake on, he turned back to the two. "Do you want any?" Chelsea nodded, and Albright looked over at Bright, trying to look in two places at once.Bright noticed the tissue box and started to use the tissues to wipe her tears. "I-I'm fine.." Bright said as she took a tissue. It took her awhile to calm down, eventually she finally stopped tearing up, but was still sad inside. She sort of just hugged her legs in, blankly staring in front of her. She wondered if that was the same for the other life times she had. Were the real owners just there, watching her the entire time? What were they doing? How would they feel? These types of questions started to make Bright feel guilty and she didn't know how to deal with it. She then decided to forget it since it was all in the past, and there was nothing she could do about it now. She looked to where Albright was and wondered what he was doing currently.