Thread: Perception is Reality (ClearSight & SomethingEsoteric)

Meghan was taken by surprise, more than just a little bit by surprise by her once again, Miranda had awe in high supply just like she had aghast in high supply, she was feeling pretty blessed to get the former. There was plenty to be in awe about as far as Miranda went but in this moment it was a rather simple reason, an easy one, one that wasnt who she was or what she did in her whole life it was just Meghans insides flopped inside of her when Miranda stuck out her tongue and made her little face, her feels on coffee it was more than just the incredibly cute display that was her yuck face . There was humility in that face, ironic considering how egotistical and pedantic the woman could be maybe she was less polar than the previous doctors would have had her believe maybe Miranda did just need a vacation and taking things the way she was-was the best she had, maybe the doctors were just making it worse shed have to get her to express concern and remorse for that judgement to get any credence though for now it was just a speculation. part of her wished she had her note pad for this a bigger part wished she had a camera but forever that face would be crystalized in her memory, a little reference to pull whenever her lips needed an upward tug, when the destitute fools smile needed some genuine article to it right now, in this moment, it seemed genuine as could be, Meghan couldnt hide it and she wouldnt try to even if she thought she needed to! Meghan seemed to be having the time of her life and there was a reason for that, she did feel to be having fun, she didnt get to have a lot of fun otherwise. She was so sure that Miranda wasnt what they made her out to be on that display alone but the truth was in her past there were moments shed never been so sure only to find out shed never been so wrong she was so sure Parker and her would be together forever, that Parker would finally accept the love she had to give and give in return the love she so desperately wanted to accept. She paused to listen all the same, curious as to what might come up, what more she may give her. Meghan made a little face at rough living , she wouldnt pick at it but somehow she doubted Mirandas idea of rough living looked anything like hers Meghan had come from nearly ever slop bucket that was the bottom and she remained pretty up beat, she didnt carry it like a badge, she didnt use it to discount her accomplishments or empower them to inflate the like it appeared Miranda was doing. Meghan came from more than just a broken home, she came from a cracked house that wasnt a home that had shards of broken liquor bottles that never quite reached the garbage can under every couch, the fridge and whatever other furniture stood raised, she had a mother that enabled it and a father that enforced it, two siblings that ran and hid she wasnt even sure would recognize her anymore if she ever built up the courage to go back and that was just the start, that was the first of many rough living environments shed crawled out of, she was no stranger to rough neighborhoods not because there wasnt a Starbucks or wifi but because sirens never stopped and hot water was a war and that said to say much more, to really speak on it, it made her feel like she was being ungrateful for where she was now. Rough living she couldnt keep at least a little envy from her hazel eyes though she whisked it away quickly. I know a little bit about your accomplishments, not much about the rest, hrm, your upbringing and yeah where you came from doesnt really matter a whole lot I guess, what you were supposed to say but the words of a martyr who didnt come from a thing, who didnt want themselves discounted for it, I guess that Meghan tried hard to compile her words but it seemed the train of thought on her own demons had taken her off kilter she wanted nice things too and maybe the fact Miranda had them but chose to run from them here was hard to swallow in a selfish and self-absorbed moment. Well, I just think that where we come from and the influences our parents may have had and all that it doesnt make you who you are, even if your parents put every last red cent in your hand for financial backing what youve done is remarkable. As Meghan reached the door of her office she questioned why she felt the need to even say that. -But Im sure you already yeah. A hard huff out of her nostrils the two membranes flaring slightly as she jiggled her key into the lock with a bit of shake in her hands, Why dont you come in for a sec, I just need to check something. She offered over her shoulder as they pushed inside. Meghan found her desk and rounded the other side setting down her clip board and finding the note pad from yesterday staring at it for a moment, the ripples in the paper from when shed dropped it, from when Miranda had kissed her. The young girl pinched her lip between her top and bottom rows of teeth, dragging them along the plump pillows till they became swollen and flushed, her cheeks little different. I ahm Right. Flustered after the moment of vulnerability, she wasnt so different from anyone else, she was only human and she had her poor coping mechanisms intimacy was her cure-all. Meghan opened her day planner and pretended to tend to appointments but really she was composing herself, she looked to the pad again to write a note but all she could think of was how gorgeous Miranda was, she she had to get her act together but even behind her desk, the separating factor that put her above, she just couldnt