"Fuck yeah."

And hers isn't as cold as her expression was either.

It's quieter. There's regret mixed with anger, but its not on top.



Sometimes in the black, she though she hated her mother for having to leave to be herself.

But she could never hate her mom. She never wanted to try.

They were all each other had left really. And the bar.

"I just want" (ie: need) "to see if it's out there."