Kate Gregson (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
vanillajello) wrote2009-12-11 05:55 pm
vanillajello) wrote2009-12-11 05:55 pm
Room 324, Friday Afternoon
Kate was a mess. A little bit. In a vague, numb way. Not that she would be showing that to people.
It had been a pretty long week; filled with thinking she was insane, and Christmas shopping, and talking about ballet, and theater, and people unexplainably falling madly in love, and sleeping with several blankets and wearing many many layers because her roommate was making their room cold.
Despite having made two separate trips to the mainland within a week, a part of her wanted to just follow Jack’s lead and get the hell off the island for the weekend. But it was only a week until she’d go back to Kansas for Christmas. Might as well stick it out on the island until then. There was a party on Sunday and everything.
And now she’d found a bunch of photos she’d forgotten about on her computer. They were from the spring, and featured a lot of people she hadn't seen or talked to in a while. Her girlfriends back in Kansas (and such awesome friends they were, having lost contact with her pretty much straight after she moved to Fandom), people from school, Gene, Benjamin. Seemed like half a lifetime away.
She looked at the pictures, comparing her life then to her life now. Deciding which was better wasn't an easy thing to do.
[ooc: Open door, open post!]
It had been a pretty long week; filled with thinking she was insane, and Christmas shopping, and talking about ballet, and theater, and people unexplainably falling madly in love, and sleeping with several blankets and wearing many many layers because her roommate was making their room cold.
Despite having made two separate trips to the mainland within a week, a part of her wanted to just follow Jack’s lead and get the hell off the island for the weekend. But it was only a week until she’d go back to Kansas for Christmas. Might as well stick it out on the island until then. There was a party on Sunday and everything.
And now she’d found a bunch of photos she’d forgotten about on her computer. They were from the spring, and featured a lot of people she hadn't seen or talked to in a while. Her girlfriends back in Kansas (and such awesome friends they were, having lost contact with her pretty much straight after she moved to Fandom), people from school, Gene, Benjamin. Seemed like half a lifetime away.
She looked at the pictures, comparing her life then to her life now. Deciding which was better wasn't an easy thing to do.
[ooc: Open door, open post!]
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It was a pretty half-hearted lie.
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Kate had always been affectionate as a kid, always comforted more by soothing touches than words, but somewhere along the way something had changed. She still hugged her friends a whole lot and stuff like that, sure, but only when she was happy. Stressed out, she tensed up, shoved people away, didn't let them touch her. If she let the comfort in, she'd have to let the bad stuff out. And she just couldn't.
But it was different with him.
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He laughed softly, then pulled her closer.
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"I like it when you laugh." Her voice was soft and quiet, like she was speaking aloud only because she couldn't transmit her message to him through skin and clothes.
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