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JD is packing. Really. Not that he has a lot to pack. Just some clothes, most of which are strewn haphazardly around the dresser, because he only has a small backpack to pack it all into. His journal and the huge pack of crayons that came with it are fit snug at the bottom of it all.
It's getting more and more difficult to be comfortable here, living in this world. He started out alright, all things considered. It became like some giant novel, some great adventure that he could sit back and watch and enjoy, but then... it all got too close for comfort. It's real and it's scary as hell.
This sense of foreboding fills up his chest. It doesn't end here. It only gets worse. Endlessly worse and even if he survives, who else is going to die? And thinking of that there's a pang of grief, of sadness in his heart for Penny, too. Still. Some people just never leave. Or maybe JD just has a terrible time letting go. It's just...
Hard to concentrate. And really hard to get his heart to stop pounding.
It's a terrifying feeling... losing any and all sense of security. Somehow this is the first time a feeling has ever hit him.
It's getting more and more difficult to be comfortable here, living in this world. He started out alright, all things considered. It became like some giant novel, some great adventure that he could sit back and watch and enjoy, but then... it all got too close for comfort. It's real and it's scary as hell.
This sense of foreboding fills up his chest. It doesn't end here. It only gets worse. Endlessly worse and even if he survives, who else is going to die? And thinking of that there's a pang of grief, of sadness in his heart for Penny, too. Still. Some people just never leave. Or maybe JD just has a terrible time letting go. It's just...
Hard to concentrate. And really hard to get his heart to stop pounding.
It's a terrifying feeling... losing any and all sense of security. Somehow this is the first time a feeling has ever hit him.