The Lake

"If you couldn't realize because of my ridiculous name, Persephone." Jasmine's speech was always so fun. She was just quite anxious for the gods to throw a lightening over her. "And you?"

Jasmine almost smirked. She wasn't in a good mood, but she never was. That was her personality and no tragedy could change it. "They both are goddesses of dead, so I'm suposed to understand your feelings."

Maeve raised an eyebrow. "Well can you?" Of course she can't. No one can. No one but me can. said the voice in her head.

Jasmine sighed, hugging her knees. "I think so. I've got a vocation for psychology. But if you don't want to tell me your problems, I don't care." Whoa. Jas was being dangerously extrovert.

Jasmine raised her dark eyebrows, anxious for listening. Schizophrenia? She heard about that, but never met a person with that problem. She wouldn't run scared like her stupid step siblings or normal people would.

Jasmine wanted to ignore Maeve, but she began to cry along with her. She always cried along with people and didn't consider that a flaw. Their both lifes were quite chaotic, and Jasmine never hurt anyone.

If Maeve was able to tell her troubles to an unknown, so was Jasmine. "I loved only two people in my whole life, and now they both dead. One of them is just figuratively dead. That's it."

"No, you don't." Jasmine snapped. She forgot about the first things she said.

Star wrote:I shrug and lean on my elbows. "So, who want's to play another game?" I must be getting excited, bgecause my russian accent is getting heavy.

"Sure. Lillian shrugged.

Jasmine opened her mouth as if to say something, but all that escaped was a tense moan. She didn't know the answer. She tried to talk to many people and nobody could understand. Maeve didn't seem to be special.