A Bullet's Haze
IzzeSpan for Regina Xavier
she/her, somewhere around late teens early 20s, lesbian, anxiety
Regina can come across as very confident and cocky, playing a role of almost femme fatal. She doesn't smoke or drink and she always wears what she wants. She's an extrovert and studies english literature in college. She can be pretty sentimental. She enjoys people watching and is determined to make most situations feel like a social experiment. Her favourite type of music is pop punk and she's allergic to nuts. Her family life consists of her, her mother, her father and her older brother most of which she is relatively close with. Late teens in this case implies 18 or 19. She struggles with anxiety but tends to internalise it in preference for her ''flirty persona''.
There is a hole in my floor. Small and unnoticeable to guests it nags at my mind alone. It hides in the corner and crumbles ever so slowly. Enticing. At first I thought it was best to ignore it. You know, out of sight out of mind. But to my kitten, it was a new space to explore, fishing paws down curiously every other hour in hopes of digging a prize out of the mysterious dark abyss. Though it was dark and lifeless he still found interest in the ever growing hole so I thought it best to cover it with a bookshelf. That way temptation was gone and I wouldn't have to spend hours eying a problem that was out of my control.
It had seemed like a smart idea at the time. Harmless and fixable. But you see that was over a month ago now, and my issues have not been resolved.
When Leaf began staring aimlessly at the bookshelf naturally I assumed it was because I had moved it. I had only had him a few months at that point so he was still becoming adjusted to my flat and so the new unfamiliarity of the whole situation had him slightly on edge. I have a hard enough time reading humans so you could say reading cats isn’t exactly my speciality either but from what I could tell, he was happy and healthy, and we got along well. I had left it at kitten’s curiosity and let him continue to stare off into space as much as his little heart desired. Perhaps that was my first mistake.
(amused)
Don’t get too excited, I don’t swing that way… but you don’t either do you pretty boy?
If I’d have known I would’ve kept a closer eye on him. Been a better friend? It wasn’t like he was introverted, he just didn’t care much either way. Maybe I could’ve made more of an effort.
