She is still sitting and reflects upon one person while watching the brewing thunderstorm. Her coffee has become tepid.
Staring off into space, she contemplates one of her closest friends.
Cordelia really doesn't know her own potential, nor does she realize just how incredible she is. When a woman spends so much time forcing herself to be ugly and filled with fearful rage, she inevitably will have innocent beauty seeping out of the most unsuspecting places. This only fuels the disappointments.
One cannot behave like fire without having once been in desperate need of warmth.
Realization - people who often produce the most furious heat, often desire only a cool, satisfying drink - something to coat and sooth until the next disruption.
However, these are the people to keep close and who bring the most excitement.
Cordelia, wherever you are, the next round's on me.
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