♥Strength is a very important thing,
♥but you need tears too.
♥With a parched, dried-up heart,
♥you can't do anything at all;
♥you can't feel a thing.
Let my words…
Fay yawned as she stretched her arms up over her head and sighed rubbing the sleep from her eyes, the pile of books she had been sleeping in seemed to have grown overnight, or maybe she read in her sleep either way she now needed to clean up Stein was going to eventually check up on her today and weather she liked it or not she was still on probation for her crimes back when she was in a gang. Getting up she started picking up books a few at a time and placing them on the selves that were in the room, her room, this big area filled with books either fiction or non-fiction, many pertaining to history that many knew or didn't know but should know, of course the darker part of the worlds history or history that was ment to be kept under lock and key was locked away inside her head much like it was from her predecessor before she retired and finally let her mind go.
Fay looked at the clock and sighed "Nine o'clock huh? Well at least it isn't noon again" She said putting some books away and the walking over to the small area where she had a tiny hot plate for cooking, and a good size college campus fridge for food, but of course she didn't forget the coffee maker as the smells of peppermint chocolate coffee whiffed into her nose as she poured a cup from her tiny brew master and took a sip "I'm not hungry..." she said softly drinking the hot liquid in order to wake up from her restless night.
Become your strength…
Tell me, why do people♥
hide what they really feel inside?♥
Take what you can do, what you want to do,♥
one step at a time.♥