.We All Die Inside From Lack of Comfort."Sometimes I tremble in my seat so badly it worries myself, but nobody sees me to ask if I am okay. But I have to remind myself, if they did ask I wouldn't have a response. Either if I was okay, fine or living hell...I would always respond with I don't know, I don't know myself, feelings. I can't understand, and when I can't understand it everything hurts. I shouldn't even care or worry about responses. Because people don't notice me and don't have the audacity to make sure someone's okay. We all die inside from the lack of comfort." -Nike
.Gentle.An uproarious crowd moved like the seas in District 4; subtle movements. But one was left alone rather anxious, as soon as she looked away from her feet she saw the flash of copper hair in the kaleidoscope of blue, green purple or pink hair...then she lost it.Danielle sighed heavily, folding her hands in front of her and soon she was knocked off her balance but an arm quickly wrapped itself around her waist."Clumsy," she recognized that sarcastic blunt tone. "Shut up," Danielle hissed and regained her balance herself."Aw, just helping." Her eyes met the color of the ocean.Nico smirked, one hand over the small of her back and the other cl