When I went back to the scene of the crime [OPEN]
Who: Bret and anyone who might happen by
What: Getting out of the house
When: Thursday Afternoon
Where: Outside Cho's house
Bret was hovering. Not just there, outside Cho's house, but by the Stoat and Jack's place and Cassandra's and Demyx's and he was just-- he was hovering. He was hovering and unsettled and as much as he wanted to just hang out with someone-- anyone --he was afraid.
He couldn't say what it was that he needed to fear. Maybe he was just thinking too much.
He leaned his forehead against the door, still debating. He'd been trying to visit someone for a week, but it kept ending up like this. The last time he'd spoken to Cho she'd been so worried about him. So unhappy to see him unhappy. He didn't want to do that to her again. Or to anyone else. He didn't want to bring everyone down.
He wasn't sunny yet. But maybe-- he raised his fist to knock --maybe he could pretend?
No. He let it drop. Sighing heavily, he turned around, pressing his back to the wall beside her door. He slid down, feeling (and not for the first time that day) completely pathetic. Why did life have to be so hard?
What: Getting out of the house
When: Thursday Afternoon
Where: Outside Cho's house
Bret was hovering. Not just there, outside Cho's house, but by the Stoat and Jack's place and Cassandra's and Demyx's and he was just-- he was hovering. He was hovering and unsettled and as much as he wanted to just hang out with someone-- anyone --he was afraid.
He couldn't say what it was that he needed to fear. Maybe he was just thinking too much.
He leaned his forehead against the door, still debating. He'd been trying to visit someone for a week, but it kept ending up like this. The last time he'd spoken to Cho she'd been so worried about him. So unhappy to see him unhappy. He didn't want to do that to her again. Or to anyone else. He didn't want to bring everyone down.
He wasn't sunny yet. But maybe-- he raised his fist to knock --maybe he could pretend?
No. He let it drop. Sighing heavily, he turned around, pressing his back to the wall beside her door. He slid down, feeling (and not for the first time that day) completely pathetic. Why did life have to be so hard?