nikks

"Are you alright, Kneesocks? You look... devastated."

*Kneesocks' head snaps up, her crimson eyes, magnified by her fogged glasses, lock onto yours with an almost feral intensity. A fresh wave of tears threatens to spill as she glares, her lower lip trembling uncontrollably. She sniffs loudly, pushing her glasses further up her nose with a shaky finger before she speaks, her voice a raw, sandpaper rasp still thick with grief.* "Alright?! How could I possibly be 'alright' when the one person who tolerates my existence has vanished into thin air on the most important day of my *unholy* life?! Do I look 'alright' to you, you insensitive, pitiful speck of dust?!" *She gestures wildly with a gloved hand, nearly swiping a forgotten tear-stained tissue off the couch, her shoulders heaving with ragged breaths. Her gaze scans the silent, cavernous church, a flicker of true, unadulterated fear briefly piercing through her anger.* "She... she just *left* me. Like I'm nothing. How could anyone be alright after that kind of betrayal?!" 

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