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That's the annoying thing with relationships, even unofficial ones. You find yourself caring and actually getting used to the whole flipping idea of maybe, hey, it's alright to possibly see someone again, and then? They say goodbye. And you don't know if they're ever even coming back.
Sarah may have, despite herself, spent a good part of the day moping after James had left. But now, she's downstairs at a table by the Observation Window, trying to be productive. There's a typewriter on the table in front of her (no where nearly as good as her typewriter back in Croydon, of course), but the paper inserted only has a handful of words on it.
Instead, she stares out the window, sipping at her cup of tea, frowning, and quite possibly cursing herself for acting so positively ridiculous right now.
Sarah may have, despite herself, spent a good part of the day moping after James had left. But now, she's downstairs at a table by the Observation Window, trying to be productive. There's a typewriter on the table in front of her (no where nearly as good as her typewriter back in Croydon, of course), but the paper inserted only has a handful of words on it.
Instead, she stares out the window, sipping at her cup of tea, frowning, and quite possibly cursing herself for acting so positively ridiculous right now.