Carriage House Room 5, Friday
Claire was far from being in a social mood right now. She knew there were prospective students around and that there were social events planned for them, but there was no way she could leave her room without falling apart.
She was told what had happened to Mack, but she still didn't want to believe it. She hadn't yet cried about it. Maybe because she was too numb. He told her he would be back. She had to keep believing that. If she stopped believing that, it wouldn't be true.
But she realized it more and more as the day went on. He really wasn't coming back to her. He was gone forever. It seemed so final. So human, even if he wasn't. It wasn't fair. Not at all.
She reached for a picture of the two of them during happier times. She held onto it as she curled up on her bed, finally allowing herself to cry.
[ooc: Claire is obviously not feeling social, but the post is open.]
She was told what had happened to Mack, but she still didn't want to believe it. She hadn't yet cried about it. Maybe because she was too numb. He told her he would be back. She had to keep believing that. If she stopped believing that, it wouldn't be true.
But she realized it more and more as the day went on. He really wasn't coming back to her. He was gone forever. It seemed so final. So human, even if he wasn't. It wasn't fair. Not at all.
She reached for a picture of the two of them during happier times. She held onto it as she curled up on her bed, finally allowing herself to cry.
[ooc: Claire is obviously not feeling social, but the post is open.]