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Date/Time: Saturday, May 6th, 2:00 PM
Location: Library
Open To: Aaaany
Currently Involving: Sammeh
Warnings: None?
Sam was currently curled up in a darker corner of the library, a book balanced on her knees as she pulled her knees up to her chest. She'd been doing a damn good job of avoiding people that weren't close friends or family and planned on keeping it that way. It was easier to avoid the questions and words from everyone else. She hated having to force a smile and pretend, even though it was perfectly clear that she was lying about it all.
But, it was easier to lie than it was to admit things out loud. Oh, she knew how she felt, how hopeless everything was at the moment. She hadn't slept for more than two or three hours a night since... well, earlier that week. She was a person to overthink, to over analyze, and that was over small things that weren't nearly as important or such a big deal. So this? This kept her up at all hours of the night and not eating like she should -- she was eating a bit, sure, because she wasn't stupid, but most of her appetite was gone.
Four days. They'd been gone for four days and there wasn't so much a word as to their whereabouts, how they were, or anything. And that? That killed her and nearly broke her when she thought about the possibilities. She was normally an optimist, sure... but how could she be hopeful about something like this?
Turning the page of her book, she chewed on her bottom lip lightly, tugging on a curl that had fallen loose from the ponytail she'd pulled her hair back into. Books were always her first choice as a means of distraction, and that probably wouldn't change anytime soon.
Location: Library
Open To: Aaaany
Currently Involving: Sammeh
Warnings: None?
Sam was currently curled up in a darker corner of the library, a book balanced on her knees as she pulled her knees up to her chest. She'd been doing a damn good job of avoiding people that weren't close friends or family and planned on keeping it that way. It was easier to avoid the questions and words from everyone else. She hated having to force a smile and pretend, even though it was perfectly clear that she was lying about it all.
But, it was easier to lie than it was to admit things out loud. Oh, she knew how she felt, how hopeless everything was at the moment. She hadn't slept for more than two or three hours a night since... well, earlier that week. She was a person to overthink, to over analyze, and that was over small things that weren't nearly as important or such a big deal. So this? This kept her up at all hours of the night and not eating like she should -- she was eating a bit, sure, because she wasn't stupid, but most of her appetite was gone.
Four days. They'd been gone for four days and there wasn't so much a word as to their whereabouts, how they were, or anything. And that? That killed her and nearly broke her when she thought about the possibilities. She was normally an optimist, sure... but how could she be hopeful about something like this?
Turning the page of her book, she chewed on her bottom lip lightly, tugging on a curl that had fallen loose from the ponytail she'd pulled her hair back into. Books were always her first choice as a means of distraction, and that probably wouldn't change anytime soon.