008 - The Eighth Trip - [text/offline] guilty feet have got no rhythm
[ Tonks has not gone home. She left last weekend and despite being back to her normal self, she still has not returned. How can she? People have been hurt by her hand. Things have been done and she's not sure she can forgive herself.
How can she forgive herself?
Now she sits at the top of a hill and she's been there for a while. She's sitting beneath the branches of a large tree, wrapped in her jacket. It's the same tree that Tonks had danced with her husband under the light of the full moon.
Tonks looks at her PCD. After letting out a deep breath, she sends out a simple message. It's text. This way she doesn't have to face anyone straight away. ]
If I ran into anyone over the course of last week, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
How can she forgive herself?
Now she sits at the top of a hill and she's been there for a while. She's sitting beneath the branches of a large tree, wrapped in her jacket. It's the same tree that Tonks had danced with her husband under the light of the full moon.
Tonks looks at her PCD. After letting out a deep breath, she sends out a simple message. It's text. This way she doesn't have to face anyone straight away. ]
If I ran into anyone over the course of last week, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.