The air is warm...
Name(s): Catty and Sakura [Supah Closed]
Location: Gryffindor Sixth Year Girls' Dorm
Week: 44
Time: Uh. Sometime on Tuesday afternoon maybe? A few days after the Masq.
Rating: C for Confessions. D=
Little by little, Catty was coming back to herself. That night after she left Ren, the night that Chris showed up... She calmly walked upstairs, took her ruined costume off and replaced it with baggy clothes instead that covered her up, and crawled into bed. She had stared at the wall for hours before finally falling asleep. Sakura had come by the next day, trying to get Catty to talk, but all she did was stare at her best friend, the words she was wanting to scream trapped inside of her.
How could this be?
How could this have happened?
Chris.
Catty never thought that this was going to happen, and she was stupid to think that it couldn't have been a possibilty. Of course he would come back. Wasn't that just her luck? First to have a boyfriend who wanted to destroy himself, and then to have him show up again, right in front of her new boyfriend. She swallowed loudly, her throat dry and scratchy. Her eyes squeezed shut tightly.
His hand moving through her face kept replaying over and over in her mind, ocassionally replaced by the memory of his hand resting on her cheek, warm and real. She felt sick again.
Location: Gryffindor Sixth Year Girls' Dorm
Week: 44
Time: Uh. Sometime on Tuesday afternoon maybe? A few days after the Masq.
Rating: C for Confessions. D=
Little by little, Catty was coming back to herself. That night after she left Ren, the night that Chris showed up... She calmly walked upstairs, took her ruined costume off and replaced it with baggy clothes instead that covered her up, and crawled into bed. She had stared at the wall for hours before finally falling asleep. Sakura had come by the next day, trying to get Catty to talk, but all she did was stare at her best friend, the words she was wanting to scream trapped inside of her.
How could this be?
How could this have happened?
Chris.
Catty never thought that this was going to happen, and she was stupid to think that it couldn't have been a possibilty. Of course he would come back. Wasn't that just her luck? First to have a boyfriend who wanted to destroy himself, and then to have him show up again, right in front of her new boyfriend. She swallowed loudly, her throat dry and scratchy. Her eyes squeezed shut tightly.
His hand moving through her face kept replaying over and over in her mind, ocassionally replaced by the memory of his hand resting on her cheek, warm and real. She felt sick again.