your voice had a way of cracking with static and emotion every time you felt overwhelmed or tired, and i couldn't decide which it was this time, and as your voice shuddered it's way clumsily through your heartbreaking speech of dull nothings, i felt a little bit closer to you, because sometimes words meant absolutely nothing at all and you would still string them together in the prettiest way possible and get some sort of reaction out of people, and that was your job, your way with words, even to talk about people you don't know to people you don't know. it was an art, in a way, delicate and intricate and a game only a few understood and you thought that you had a pretty firm grasp of it by now.
