Rm 332; Sunday evening
Penelope was... in a mood. A mood that she couldn't quite label. Many thoughts, many people, many feelings took over and as she lay on her bed on her side, she stared forward, towards her open door; her gaze unfocused.
She thought once the curse was broken, she would feel new. Somehow different. But she didn't. She was the same old Penelope. Perhaps there was less reservation in her motives regarding other people. But she was the same. She was the same and she was unconvinced that that mattered.
She was conflicted. She couldn't make a decision regarding Hurley and why was that? She knew how she felt for him and knew how he felt for her. What was keeping her from being open and honest and inviting him in, in every way she'd always hoped for. The attention of a boy. One who loved her before her curse was broken and one who loved her after her curse was broken.
What was wrong with her?
She was in a mood. One that could not be labeled. Or maybe... maybe she was a touch melancholy.
[[ OOC; Door and post are open, sure. ]]