She was biting them again. It had been awhile; they had finally grown out a little. They were now shorter than they had been in a long time, and she continued to nibble at them.
Nervousness? Stress? Anxiety? Fear? A need to be moving in some way at all times? All of these things? She wasn't sure. She bit them to the point of pain, and then kept on going.
And she didn't know what to write... so she sat and bit her nails, uncertain of so much.
Over and out,