::she was on her way back to the room when she heard his voice, a strange note in it. Quickly, she runs into the room to find....nothing. Nothing but his book and his mug of hot cocoa near hers. A slightly shocked look comes over her face as she slowly approaches where he was sitting. Falling softly to her knees in front of the sofa, she gently touches her hands to the material. It's still warm, and the door is still locked. He couldn't have left on his own. He wouldn't have left on his own without telling her, especially just now.:: Oh God...oh God, this can't be happening...
::She lays her head down on the cushion, her eyes closed tightly, top teeth biting into her bottom lip, hands clenched. Suddenly, it feels as if there's a numbness inside her. She stands, walks over to the the sink, pulls out a bottle of cleaning solution beneath and squirts it into the sink and begins to scrub, as if her life depended on it, focuses so deeply on the task.:: I'll have to do the bathroom after this, too...
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Date: 2009-01-06 02:49 am (UTC)From:Oh God...oh God, this can't be happening...
::She lays her head down on the cushion, her eyes closed tightly, top teeth biting into her bottom lip, hands clenched. Suddenly, it feels as if there's a numbness inside her. She stands, walks over to the the sink, pulls out a bottle of cleaning solution beneath and squirts it into the sink and begins to scrub, as if her life depended on it, focuses so deeply on the task.::
I'll have to do the bathroom after this, too...