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[So much had changed.
Ever since dying that second time in the hotel - after bearing witness to not one, but two murders - it made sense that Eve no longer felt the same. On top of the fact that she'd experienced things she couldn't change (chief among them being her deaths and loss of innocence), there was a void in her life, an absence that she wanted more than anything to fill. While she couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was, the answer was all to clear to anyone who bothered to look beneath the surface - her faith was shaken, nearly gone.
It was Sunday, and she hadn't gone to church. Instead, she laid in bed, trying to figure out what to do with herself. She had a headache, but that was to be expected considering the bar stool she took upside the head. She also had an impressive collection of bite marks and hickeys lining her neck and shoulders. She knew that she should have been horrified by the souvenirs of her wanton behavior, but instead she was a bit proud. Each mark standing out brightly against her skin was a reminder that she was more than just some sweet girl - she was a woman. They were the result of enjoyable experiences, and nobody could convince her that with everything she'd been through there was anything bad about feeling desired and wanted. So someone other than Adam had been her first, and someone else her second - was that really such a bad thing? Even better, depending on your viewpoint, the man who indoctrinated her in the pleasures of the flesh wasn't even who she'd assumed it was, though that didn't change anything. Well, it did change one thing - it awoke feelings in her that Eve had no idea she had been missing. And that she wanted more of.
Maybe it was for the best that she moved out of the house with Gabriel and Michael. No, it was definitely for the best.]
I really wish it wasn't too late in the semester to be able to get my money back if I withdrew...
Ever since dying that second time in the hotel - after bearing witness to not one, but two murders - it made sense that Eve no longer felt the same. On top of the fact that she'd experienced things she couldn't change (chief among them being her deaths and loss of innocence), there was a void in her life, an absence that she wanted more than anything to fill. While she couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was, the answer was all to clear to anyone who bothered to look beneath the surface - her faith was shaken, nearly gone.
It was Sunday, and she hadn't gone to church. Instead, she laid in bed, trying to figure out what to do with herself. She had a headache, but that was to be expected considering the bar stool she took upside the head. She also had an impressive collection of bite marks and hickeys lining her neck and shoulders. She knew that she should have been horrified by the souvenirs of her wanton behavior, but instead she was a bit proud. Each mark standing out brightly against her skin was a reminder that she was more than just some sweet girl - she was a woman. They were the result of enjoyable experiences, and nobody could convince her that with everything she'd been through there was anything bad about feeling desired and wanted. So someone other than Adam had been her first, and someone else her second - was that really such a bad thing? Even better, depending on your viewpoint, the man who indoctrinated her in the pleasures of the flesh wasn't even who she'd assumed it was, though that didn't change anything. Well, it did change one thing - it awoke feelings in her that Eve had no idea she had been missing. And that she wanted more of.
Maybe it was for the best that she moved out of the house with Gabriel and Michael. No, it was definitely for the best.]
I really wish it wasn't too late in the semester to be able to get my money back if I withdrew...