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whenshewasnice) wrote2012-12-11 05:31 pm
whenshewasnice) wrote2012-12-11 05:31 pm
Room 227, Tuesday Afternoon
Some days were easier than others. This was not one of those days. Natalie's focus was shot to hell. She'd tried playing the keyborad, studying, even looking up bows online because she really needed one of her own – but nothing could hold her concentration for long. And she hated that. There were few things worse than feeling off balance, when you were her. And she knew the reason, too.
That just made it worse.
The photo booth strip was still on her desk and kept catching her eye. With a sigh, she picked it up, holding it delicately, just the very edge between her thumb and finger. They looked happy there, her and Sam. Happy and comfortable. It was weird how wide the gap between that and how she felt like on her own had grown.
And of course since Fandom was nothing if not utterly unhelpful, there was a snowman with mistletoe hands hanging around her dorm room door. She'd made it go out into the hallway once already, but with her lost in less than positive thoughts now, it was already poking its head in again.
[ooc: Mostly for one who knows who he is, but open door/post, sure!]
That just made it worse.
The photo booth strip was still on her desk and kept catching her eye. With a sigh, she picked it up, holding it delicately, just the very edge between her thumb and finger. They looked happy there, her and Sam. Happy and comfortable. It was weird how wide the gap between that and how she felt like on her own had grown.
And of course since Fandom was nothing if not utterly unhelpful, there was a snowman with mistletoe hands hanging around her dorm room door. She'd made it go out into the hallway once already, but with her lost in less than positive thoughts now, it was already poking its head in again.
[ooc: Mostly for one who knows who he is, but open door/post, sure!]