how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you
Lizbet sits quietly at her desk in her bedroom. Her laptop is neatly put away and she's sitting in front of the desk top, her cellphone on the desk by her mouse and a mug of coffee -- half drunk -- slowly cooling next to that. She's in her pajamas, neatly combing and braiding her hair into two plaits in a chatroom lull.
Nobody has talked to him.
Nobody knows where he is.
They don't know Garak's details and she hopes, sincerely hopes, that if Julian had gone there, his parents would've been informed.
She regrets looking up the articles, now; a week later, in Scotland? He could be anywhere right now and there's almost nothing she can do. She keeps going back to the site and staring at the school photograph of him there...she could probably find something more recent (maybe from Math) to gaze wistfully at if that's all she wanted to do...disgusted with herself, she clicks away again and stares at the wall for a while, her fingers moving through her hair as she winds it together.
This isn't helping. It isn't helping her and it isn't helping him but all she can do is sit here and wait.
She's fine. She's fine.
She's going to hit him the face when he turns up.
Nobody has talked to him.
Nobody knows where he is.
They don't know Garak's details and she hopes, sincerely hopes, that if Julian had gone there, his parents would've been informed.
She regrets looking up the articles, now; a week later, in Scotland? He could be anywhere right now and there's almost nothing she can do. She keeps going back to the site and staring at the school photograph of him there...she could probably find something more recent (maybe from Math) to gaze wistfully at if that's all she wanted to do...disgusted with herself, she clicks away again and stares at the wall for a while, her fingers moving through her hair as she winds it together.
This isn't helping. It isn't helping her and it isn't helping him but all she can do is sit here and wait.
She's fine. She's fine.
She's going to hit him the face when he turns up.