scene 8

[charmedillusion]

{ Private // Hard to Hack }

Waverly and Harry are in trouble.

I don’t understand exactly what’s going on, and I know even less. How could anyone want to kill Waverly? And now Harry has to kill them, whoever they are, or…oh, God, I can’t think about that. Why didn’t they tell me sooner? How could they be so concerned about me and my ridiculous worrying when something like this was going on?

I wish I had known. I…I know they worry about me, but I worry about them, too.

How is it I didn’t notice?

My father was not right. I’m not like that; I don’t live in my own world inside my head. Not anymore. I am not self-absorbed. I am not my mother.

I don’t think I’ll be able to do anything today until I hear from one of them.

What was that?

((OOC: Falling office building, what?))