Dispute.

The woman sits on the chaise lounge for several minutes letting her mind drift as she weeps.

'Come on Leia, stop crying!.' she says to herself but the tears keep coming.

I hate him. I hate that he can make me feel like this, even after all this time.' she thinks as she silently cries, shoulders shaking from the strength of her emotions.

She lays her hand on her pounding chest and tries to breathe.

Everything seems too tiresome anymore. Crying would not help solve anything at the moment but at the level of sanity she's obtained she needs it more than ever.

It was a while before she could blink without crying but she managed it.

She huffs and lifts her hands to rub the tears lines from her face. She scowls when she brings her hands down and sees her powder and eyeliner smeared on her palm.

"Damnit." With a curse, she looks around for a cloth to use to clean her palm but she gives up and settles for the chairs and throws pillows when she can't find them.

Using the small pillow, she da