~ Scenarios From The Darkest Parts Of My Head ~ 〈 2020-21 〉 ( Completed )

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Duck's emotional overwhelm in a few paragraphs ...

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... "No, no, ..." That one word came out of her voice-box repeatedly, the pace of utterance increasing, with her voice rising with every other second, until eventually, the repeated action broke off with a heartbroken wail - it was low though, not too loud, seemed something was stuck deep in her voice-box that kept her from making it too loud. An ache in her chest, continuing to increase instead of loosening with every small cry she gave after that; she stayed down on the floor, head shaking slightly as her gaze became frozen on the black and white tiles. Seconds passing and the small cries changed to paining sobs, broken ones, nothing there came to calm her down, it was just her, and the dark, chilly aura of the Storage Room ...

.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑**̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑**̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑**̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑**̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇

... Her less stiffer arm was curled around her eyes, as if she was preventing them from seeing anything, head lowered upon knee-level, she just, she couldn't lift her gaze anymore, it felt too draining, too painful to look into the empty darkness. None of the rest were around, made her think they never wanted to be around her anyway. A sense of doubt took over, followed by another, faintly visible stream of translucent gray to make its way from one eye, down to the pointed section of her beak, all happening as her arm's curled-up state slightly loosened; she was tired ...

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... She stood there, listening to the other's complains, one after the other. She seemed dead, almost, numb to whatever her once-performing fellow said. However, on the inside, she couldn't wait for to just yell at him, tell him how wrong and useless his remarks were, but she didn't. She kept quiet about it.

Seconds passing, a small translucent tear silently came out from her eye, reaching to the side of her face like a rolling stone. A tremor was released by her head, after which she abruptly cut in to his words with a near-breaking, "Wh-hat if all you-ur words are a l-lie?"...

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... Her words held a stutter, almost like her voice-box was cracking somehow. She couldn't speak any louder, despite the pained attempts of doing so increasing every second. It was a feeling you have, when something in your throat prevents you from breaking into tears, it hurts, increases the burden, but sometimes, it's just too stubborn to make its way out. She kept staring down at the floor, attempting to explain, but words just became too difficult to pronounce. She tried to hint to him by lifting her less-stiff arm with every word, but it was still not enough ... not enough in her opinion. When she failed again, she lowered her arm back down, gave up on the attempt with a quivering sigh, reaching the point to wanting to shatter, like glass, but again, couldn't.

It was a matter of seconds actually, when she froze to the other's arms wrapping around her, a form of comfort that was required right then, and without anything else to take over her thoughts, she returned the gesture. The warmth of the embrace made those feelings melt down, and only within a moment, was a silent sob released, followed by another, then another ... It loosened that sense of tightness around her, it felt better ...

.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑**̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑**̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑**̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑**̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇

Aaah-
I hardly go into an emotional state and then, things like these occur-
I should've given a 'feels' warning, but I doubt my trash writing ever gives off any feels to anyone except myself, soooo ... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Anywho-
I was sick last night, and ... illness really got me emotional, somewhat-
I should get a therapist or smth-
How can sickness make you ... emoTiONal?

I'm not going today, just cuz I feel like resting

YEeAh, ''resting''