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brightestlight) wrote2013-02-23 03:24 pm
brightestlight) wrote2013-02-23 03:24 pm
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February 18 - 3AM-5AM
She'd spent what amounted to fifteen hours in the program "Small Town America" over the last three days. She'd walked in the sun, sat on benches-- but when someone had talked to her, she told the Holodeck to get rid of the people. She didn't want to see people. Not now. Not at all.
It was only fifteen hours because she couldn't monopolize the whole holodeck, and besides that she spent her time wandering level 5. She ate, she slept-- it was all a blur until she finally went back home, until she steeled herself to walk in on Klaus, to figure out what to say to him.
And their room was empty. She stood in the doorway, staring at the place they'd lived for seven months, and it was empty, and she wasn't able to stop the well of panic in her chest, the sort of emotion she'd been avoiding for the last few days. The reason she'd left in the first place. It took her a few minutes to realise that there was a note on the desk, and when she read it - Level 5. 5-A-16. and there was a drawing of her.
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She'd fixed her makeup, and she knew there wasn't much to be done for how red her eyes were. Her hands shook as she knocked carefully on the door, and when it slid open she didn't say anything, just moving into the room and tried to figure out where everything was, not looking at him. It had been days - they hadn't not talked in days since the very beginning, and she didn't know what to say even now, just moving around the suite, looking at everything.
Finally, finally she spoke, her voice cracking and clearly worn, her throat aching from the way she'd lost her handle on this new-found calm earlier, thankfully when she was alone. "It's nice," she said, and it was only then that she looked back at him, but only for a moment, before looking back down at the bedspread and the night table and walk-in closet and everything else.
It was only fifteen hours because she couldn't monopolize the whole holodeck, and besides that she spent her time wandering level 5. She ate, she slept-- it was all a blur until she finally went back home, until she steeled herself to walk in on Klaus, to figure out what to say to him.
And their room was empty. She stood in the doorway, staring at the place they'd lived for seven months, and it was empty, and she wasn't able to stop the well of panic in her chest, the sort of emotion she'd been avoiding for the last few days. The reason she'd left in the first place. It took her a few minutes to realise that there was a note on the desk, and when she read it - Level 5. 5-A-16. and there was a drawing of her.
---
She'd fixed her makeup, and she knew there wasn't much to be done for how red her eyes were. Her hands shook as she knocked carefully on the door, and when it slid open she didn't say anything, just moving into the room and tried to figure out where everything was, not looking at him. It had been days - they hadn't not talked in days since the very beginning, and she didn't know what to say even now, just moving around the suite, looking at everything.
Finally, finally she spoke, her voice cracking and clearly worn, her throat aching from the way she'd lost her handle on this new-found calm earlier, thankfully when she was alone. "It's nice," she said, and it was only then that she looked back at him, but only for a moment, before looking back down at the bedspread and the night table and walk-in closet and everything else.