And so it is just like you said it would be.
She thought that the closest word for what she was feeling had to be numb. As though she wasn't even moving as she walked, dilligently placing one foot before the other, on auto-pilot. The worst of it was that she didn't have any idea of what to do now. It was as though the rug had been uncerimoniously jerked out from under her without warning.
She had officially decided that she wanted to go home. Or, perhaps more astutely, to be anywhere else other than the island, seeing as how she had no place that honestly felt like home to her. Never really had.
This place had turned her inside out and backwards and upside down. Had turned her into a person she scarcely recognized anymore. Just a reflection in the mirror with the wrong name.
The sudden burden was too much to bear alone, she knew that. But who did she have now? Not Sirius; she'd not had him for weeks. Perhaps not ever, really. Something was wrong there, even if she didn't know what it was. He was a poor liar, and was terrible at concealing guilt. Fortunately perhaps, she hadn't the energy to try and find out what he was concealing. There was Greg, but she didn't dare place any additional burdens on him; he had enough. Sam was a poor gamble himself, what with his precarious grip on happiness, but in the end, he was perhaps the only person who she wanted to share with at all, even given his previous deception about his age.
Furthermore, Sam could keep her from going to Rob, because for the first time in ages, she found herself desperate to crawl into her ex's arms and just stay there.
[OOC: For Sam.]
She had officially decided that she wanted to go home. Or, perhaps more astutely, to be anywhere else other than the island, seeing as how she had no place that honestly felt like home to her. Never really had.
This place had turned her inside out and backwards and upside down. Had turned her into a person she scarcely recognized anymore. Just a reflection in the mirror with the wrong name.
The sudden burden was too much to bear alone, she knew that. But who did she have now? Not Sirius; she'd not had him for weeks. Perhaps not ever, really. Something was wrong there, even if she didn't know what it was. He was a poor liar, and was terrible at concealing guilt. Fortunately perhaps, she hadn't the energy to try and find out what he was concealing. There was Greg, but she didn't dare place any additional burdens on him; he had enough. Sam was a poor gamble himself, what with his precarious grip on happiness, but in the end, he was perhaps the only person who she wanted to share with at all, even given his previous deception about his age.
Furthermore, Sam could keep her from going to Rob, because for the first time in ages, she found herself desperate to crawl into her ex's arms and just stay there.
[OOC: For Sam.]