A/N: I don't like how this one turned out. But I couldn't make it work any other way.
So here it is.
There will be a lot of OCs in this. Some named, some not. The most recurring would probably be Desmond from the previous chapter who I've got quite a few drabbles planned out for already simply because I can't help but enjoy the fact that he'll be 'swinging' the other way. (And by that, I mean he's gay.)
Depression is like pneumonia...
... It drowns you...
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It was asphyxiating standing in the same room as her. Her very presence radiated greatness as document after valuable document was looked over, signed and, or, set aside. And to think that she had yet to even look up at the fidgeting mess of the girl that was just standing right there in front of her desk. She was Cagalli Yula Athha. The Head of their State and possibly the only politician to have ever personally fought in a war, two wars to be exact, while piloting a mobile suit and, or, a Gundam and lived through all of it.
And here she was, standing just a few steps away with even more documents to add to the pile that was standing tall atop the far corner of the woman's desk.
Though, that was not her first time in that particular office space, she was nervous and couldn't stop the stutters that left her throat each and every time she uttered anything in her presence. "Um… L-lady Cagalli, I have the-." She abruptly cut herself off before her tongue would even dare betray her by turning her words into a slur of ungodly noises.
She was no one special, just a young military officer that was given the menial task of receiving and passing on important documents to certain individuals. It was a demeaning little stint that came no sooner after a much higher officer had asked her to pass one document after the other to various divisions, many followed said officer's lead soon after and she found herself being turned into a messenger girl without warning.
"Thank you, Kayla. Please, just set it down there." The blonde gestured towards the pile already stacked high on her desk without even glancing in her direction. The scratching of the pen against paper played in her ears once more and she welcomed the eerie background noise that it provided.
"Today, Kayla." Only after literally squeaking in shock did she catch herself staring for what was the nth time that day.
Shuffling and nearly tripping on her own two feet, the young officer turned errand girl placed the papers where they were needed before stuttering an apology that went unheard by the blonde. "I-I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! I-I'll just be on my way now! Forgive me for wasting your time, Representative Athha!"
Running out of the door made things worse, she tripped and hit her head on the wall opposite the Representative's office's door just as she'd entered the corridor. "Owww…"
Even though she'd fallen upon herself, she looks back still. The door that was left ajar barred no one from seeing the inside or hearing the ever continuous sound of the pen running across the surface of the paper.
Undisturbed.
A solemn expression crosses her face as she feels something deep in the pits of her stomach something that she could not even decipher.
It was as if the Representative was drowning herself in her work.
And, what little others did to try and pull her out of it, only jostled the waves to take her down deeper.
"How sad…"
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Written-Sin: I'll say it again... I hate my muse.
Naigus: NOT. MY. FAULT.
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