Room 410, Friday Night
Eve had been pretty much numb ever since getting the letter. Really, though, who could blame her? Her daughter, her baby girl, the person she'd died trying to save... was gone. In Cairo. 1923. What the fuck?
She wasn't quite sure how long she'd been numb for, just as she wasn't aware of when that'd changed to sobbing. And she wasn't aware of when she'd gotten to her feet and left the room, either. But she had. And there she was, crying and not hiding it in the least as she made her way to a certain room on the fourth floor while clutching the letter in one hand.
[for notafairmaiden]
She wasn't quite sure how long she'd been numb for, just as she wasn't aware of when that'd changed to sobbing. And she wasn't aware of when she'd gotten to her feet and left the room, either. But she had. And there she was, crying and not hiding it in the least as she made her way to a certain room on the fourth floor while clutching the letter in one hand.
[for notafairmaiden]