Coco had been lying on that couch for almost an hour now, refusing to move.
The sky outside shifted to the bruised purple of early night, the lobby around her is quieter now as evening rolled in.
Neo and Lukas had tried to convince her to head back— even offered to escort her home, but she was like stone, not even shifting on the uncomfortable couch or fidgeting to the cold breeze that would brush through the window.
None of that could move her.
She just stared at the ceiling, lost in thoughts that she was determined to drown in.
Coco's mind had gone comfortably numb at this point, the weight of her thoughts replaced by an almost blissful blankness.
The hours had blurred together into a soft hum of the guild's silence, but as the minutes slipped slowly onward.. A gentle touch broke through, tugging her from that fog.
A warm hand brushed aside a loose strand of hair that had fallen across her face, the motion was so light, so brief, it could have been a breeze.
