Private Finished Fire In The Soul

"How long would it take?" he'd ask, "how does it work?" He wasn't going to jump into anything, he was gathering a lot of information on multiple options.

"And....what would it cost?" this girl seemed nice, definitely not unnerving like a lot of the people who made these offers.

It'd start to gently snow then, he didn't even feel it. "Would....would you even want to do it?"

"I....I don't know if I'll survive years," he'd say eith a sigh, rubbing his temple. "The things they say.....they...they make their voices sound like my parents to mess with me," he sounded older than he should have, like he'd seen to much.

He'd look at her a moment. "So....I just spend time with you and overtime many years you might be able to fix it?" he'd ask with a sigh. "Guess....guess it does sound better than what others might charge me," but again, he wasn't sure if he had years.

Rowan would shake his head. "I don't know, I'd....I'd need to think about it," he'd sigh, closing his eyes a moment.

He'd nod. "I'll think about it," he'd shove all his cards into his notebook which he then shoved into his bag. "I just.....I don't want to jump into anything," he'd say with a sigh, "not again."

Rowan would run his hands through his hair, taking a breath and looking at her moment. "Thank you, I know it's....it's a weird situation, but yeah, thank you."

He'd fidget a little, thinking. "Y'know, we don't have to make a lease just to hang out....," he'd shrug, "you seem nice, we could just do that sometime." Reaching into his pocket and pull out his phone, "either way, uh, here's my number," he'd give it to her, offering her a small smile

He'd smile, feeling a tiny bit better even though the voices weren't really stopping. He'd stretch, brushing off any snow, before thanking her one more time and taking his leave.