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It's snowing.
It's ironic, Brooke thinks, turning the vial of coke she took from Rachel's pocket over and over in her hands.
She's on the porch, nestled into a pile of blankets at the edge of where the white begins, feet tucked up underneath her, arms cradling the hateful vial to her chest.
Rachel's going to freak when she pours it out, but maybe that's okay, because Brooke? Brooke is freaking out. She hadn't expected any of this - not her friend, not the needle in her arm, not the snow still falling down from above.
It's too much, and it's terrifying, and Brooke's chest squeezes in with a sad little whimper. She shakes her head and swipes beneath her eyes with cold fingers, feeling stronger on the other side of the only breakdown she's willing to let herself have for now. Rachel needs her, and Brooke's failed her once before, didn't fire Victoria soon enough to save either of them, and Brooke's going to set it right.
She will.
She just hopes, this time, that Rachel will let her.
It's ironic, Brooke thinks, turning the vial of coke she took from Rachel's pocket over and over in her hands.
She's on the porch, nestled into a pile of blankets at the edge of where the white begins, feet tucked up underneath her, arms cradling the hateful vial to her chest.
Rachel's going to freak when she pours it out, but maybe that's okay, because Brooke? Brooke is freaking out. She hadn't expected any of this - not her friend, not the needle in her arm, not the snow still falling down from above.
It's too much, and it's terrifying, and Brooke's chest squeezes in with a sad little whimper. She shakes her head and swipes beneath her eyes with cold fingers, feeling stronger on the other side of the only breakdown she's willing to let herself have for now. Rachel needs her, and Brooke's failed her once before, didn't fire Victoria soon enough to save either of them, and Brooke's going to set it right.
She will.
She just hopes, this time, that Rachel will let her.