Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-8723280-20140419193959/@comment-8723280-20140420011317

"You have the nicest handwriting I've seen out of all the people I know" Mariposa spoke up, managing a friendly smile as she traced the lines with her eyes. "But you write so much and so many times? Why?" It seemed like a lot to her, writing so much and then doing it again and again. Her history with academic assignments weren't the greatest all her life but she did manage to pass, so she was doing something right at least.

She pushed a strand of hair back behind her ear and rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, wiping away any remnants of dried tears. She felt a lot better now, the memory had faded to obscurity. But Ambrose wasn't a mind reader, no one could be, so she would stay in his arms as long as she could. Because despite everything, he seemed to be a good guy.