𝑴𝑹𝑺. 𝑨𝑫𝑳𝑬𝑹.

“ yeah ? i was the same , then i realised no man liked me enough . ” a shrug . fumbling in her satchel before pulling out a journal , scribbling down in it . funnily enough , it seemed to be only her and arthur who kept journals , though they rarely spoke .

“ could say the same . lookin’ after two kids ain’t any old job . ” a joke , albeit a poor one . “ you ever wanted to have kids ? i mean before — you know . ”

taking a seat on the ground next to the woman . “ hi mrs adler . how’re you ? ”

she better be ready .. aisling is in a talkative mood .

would she like some company ?

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀i sit in solitude and scrawl . ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀these wretched words , and wait for thee . ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀i was a girl until your call . ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀i've nothing left . 𝘪 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭 .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀sorry , my heart is not used to * 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 . I thought you were going to 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍 me .

.. thanks . say .. you wanna help me with somethin’ ?