goldenclothes: hollow art (✬ fussing over scars on my soul)
Reilanin ([personal profile] goldenclothes) wrote 2014-04-07 01:48 am (UTC)

...eventually.

[ it's all she can muster right now. the phone will ring again soon enough, she knows. everything sounds muffled, dampened by Alexander's closeness. she sniffs helplessly, torn between wiping her nose with her wrist or let it be. sleeve wins out.

there's a small pause, and she laughs. a short burst, a shaky 'ha!' that lifts her shoulders, and then nothing.

earlier's optimism- any of it- is long gone. already her mind is focusing on what's changed, what needs to happen next.

so many records. paperwork. clearing the house out- oh god, she thinks, selling the house. lawyers. family from overseas that she hasn't seen since her mother died.

and then what?
]

Ahhh, this can't be real...

[ another laugh, sharper than before. she clamps down on it. bitterness she can deal with. hysteria she will not allow. ]

Can you... can you get me some. Some tissue, or something. Please?

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