Facing Reality -- Traverse Town [Open]
Did Traverse Town look the way she remembered?
She supposed it did.
Quistis may have forgotten the way it looked, but she didn't forget the way it made her feel.
And it definitely made her feel the same way.
The feeling of being utterly and completely lost reared its ugly head this time around, as well. Quistis didn't know what to do or where to go. Asking for help was always an option, but not one that she found inviting. She wasn't weak. She didn't need anyone's help.
...But deep down, she knew she did.
Maybe that's why she found herself in front of the door to Reno's bar. He was almost the last person she wanted to see right now, but it was something. Her only option, really. Tidus had found his friends, and was off with them. Not only could he no longer be her excuse for showing up on Reno's doorstep, but now she didn't have another mind to discuss things with.
Unfortunately, beggars can't be choosers. And everyone had to lower themselves to beggar at one point.
Quistis tried to open the door. Locked.
She turned, leaning against the wall of the building and crossing her arms.
Now what?
She supposed it did.
Quistis may have forgotten the way it looked, but she didn't forget the way it made her feel.
And it definitely made her feel the same way.
The feeling of being utterly and completely lost reared its ugly head this time around, as well. Quistis didn't know what to do or where to go. Asking for help was always an option, but not one that she found inviting. She wasn't weak. She didn't need anyone's help.
...But deep down, she knew she did.
Maybe that's why she found herself in front of the door to Reno's bar. He was almost the last person she wanted to see right now, but it was something. Her only option, really. Tidus had found his friends, and was off with them. Not only could he no longer be her excuse for showing up on Reno's doorstep, but now she didn't have another mind to discuss things with.
Unfortunately, beggars can't be choosers. And everyone had to lower themselves to beggar at one point.
Quistis tried to open the door. Locked.
She turned, leaning against the wall of the building and crossing her arms.
Now what?