The Ties That Bind *OPEN or Stand Alone*

[proper_twinkie]

"Let me see if I understand. I don't hear from you in months... MONTHS, Betsy. We were beginning to think you were dead again. I had to hear about your return from someone else. That whole thing with the Sisterhood and then you just disappear. Finally, you call AFTER Christmas and you tell me you are in Russia. What's in Russia? Why are you there?"

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[mad_asahatter]

By now, Ophelia was used to the strange fleeting emotions that lingered around people and places. It was fascinating at times, and she could spend hours staring at walls. But right then, she was surprised at the depth. Sometimes they were just these little fleeting things; a little remorse, a little lust -there was a good bit of that around here. There was also lots of anger and that stifling, cloying, suffocating vengeance that she wanted to avoid.

This; this feeling, was new.

Ophelia stood, having found the source of things, and stared at the woman. How strange. "What's cooking, good looking?"

Sorry Sorry Sorry I forgot to push submit then when my dad used my computer he closed the window.

[proper_twinkie]

Slowly her eyes drifted up to the odd looking woman as she slowly closed her phone. She didn't jump in surprise but her face looked tired and distracted like she really wasn't paying attention.

"Uh, no. I'm not cooking anything. I haven't even been to the kitchen." She replied keeping her voice soft.

Pfft; no worries. Things happen.

[mad_asahatter]

Hmm; people rarely took her literally, a change in tactic perhaps was needed. "See that clear, but what's wrong dear? Feeling down, what makes the frown?"

With her head tilted to one side, Ophelia tired to figure it out, and failed. This was complex it seemed.

Re: Pfft; no worries. Things happen.

[proper_twinkie]

Betsy glanced up. The girl was rhyming. Well, that was a first. She could see that getting annoying rather quickly.

Even if she wanted to go into the vast explanation, she was almost positive the redhead wouldn't understand. No one ever did. Hell, she wished she didn't. So instead she gave the girl a shrug. "Family."

[mad_asahatter]

That explanation could make sense. "Trying, no doubt, but that's what it's about. Struggling through, or just not what you knew?"

She might be quirky, and strange, and most of the time hard to fathom at all; she sometimes didn't get herself after all, but it didn't stop Ophelia trying.

Most of the time, she just wanted to catalogue something new.

[proper_twinkie]

Rhyming and insightful. Well, that was just obnoxious.

"Save yourself the hassle. It's not worth the headache." She said dismissively and almost gently for her then looked back down to her phone. "When people die, you're supposed to move on."

[mad_asahatter]

She considered that. Ophelia had never truly grieved, she'd only ever felt another persons grief. Rightly, the only time she'd ever have been able to grieve was when Rictor vanished on her, and that was taken from her when insanity set in.

"Hard to do for some who love. Most of them end up above. Some times it's easier not to let go. That way it's the same as you always know."

The woman didn't appear to feel right. Something was off with her and Ophelia hated not knowing what that way. With a small quirk of her lips, what she considered a smile, what others would call a grin, Ophelia sat herself on the ground. "Who's not moving on? The brain or the brawn?"

[proper_twinkie]

"Me! It's me, okay?" She snapped irritated as she climbed to her feet. "I never move on. I die over and over and over again but I never stay that way. I don't but my parents did. Jamie did. Everyone else does! They all rest but I can't and my only wretched tie to this place is the one person I manage to hurt time and time again."

She didn't mean to blurt it out but once it started she was finding it hard to shut up. "What am I doing here? What's the point if..." Her face dropped and she crossed her arms protectively. "I can't let him see me this way."