Room 206, Wednesday Afternoon
Naminé was tired. And frustrated. And angry about her midterm, and hopeful about what Jamie and Sora had said, and scared about what she felt she was coming, and downright terrified about Valentine. And what she hadn't told him.
So Naminé was pacing. Which was disturbing Alea, who was trying to twine herself around Naminé's ankles and purr reassuringly.
"It's all right," she said, scooping the cat up. "I'm sorry, dear heart. It'll be all right."
She hoped so, at least.
(for valentine)
So Naminé was pacing. Which was disturbing Alea, who was trying to twine herself around Naminé's ankles and purr reassuringly.
"It's all right," she said, scooping the cat up. "I'm sorry, dear heart. It'll be all right."
She hoped so, at least.
(for valentine)