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eyesforward) wrote2000-07-30 08:42 pm
eyesforward) wrote2000-07-30 08:42 pm
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[Everyone has their good days and bad days. Today, for some reason--attributed likely to waking up on the wrong side of the bed (or as a result of chronically bottling things at her own expense), Sadie hasn't been feeling so great. She's not really the moping type, but she's definitely not above it.
She thought walking in the park would be a good pick-me-up--and it was, at first. But as she walked, she noticed the rolling, darkening clouds, and before she knew it, the sun was gone completely. Feeling like maybe she should just go home, the sky suddenly had opened up and just began to absolutely dump in an aggressive Summer downpour.
So here she is, her water-darkened curly hair slowly regaining its fluffy volume drips at a time, at the top of a playground gazebo (having apathetically gone up the ladder, surrendering to her fate with a flat expression), her arms around her knees as she just sort of vaguely gazes at the rain. It's soothing, but it does nothing for her mood, really. And the rainfall is so torrential that Sadie can barely see the park around her, which just... makes her feel lonelier, she guesses.
She's not letting herself believe that this is about Lars, but she knows what it's about.
She just doesn't have anyone she could take this to.]
She thought walking in the park would be a good pick-me-up--and it was, at first. But as she walked, she noticed the rolling, darkening clouds, and before she knew it, the sun was gone completely. Feeling like maybe she should just go home, the sky suddenly had opened up and just began to absolutely dump in an aggressive Summer downpour.
So here she is, her water-darkened curly hair slowly regaining its fluffy volume drips at a time, at the top of a playground gazebo (having apathetically gone up the ladder, surrendering to her fate with a flat expression), her arms around her knees as she just sort of vaguely gazes at the rain. It's soothing, but it does nothing for her mood, really. And the rainfall is so torrential that Sadie can barely see the park around her, which just... makes her feel lonelier, she guesses.
She's not letting herself believe that this is about Lars, but she knows what it's about.
She just doesn't have anyone she could take this to.]
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[Lars' cheeks redden further and pockets of tears well up at the corners of his eyes, his voice rising in volume again, and embarassingly, pitch as well.]
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But she can't just. Keep yelling at him if he's already getting upset. The tears aren't that easy to make out with how his face is already so wet, but they're noticeable all the same. Still, her temper is so hard to quell, regardless of how she pities Lars's pain.]
I'm not pretending anything's okay, Lars! Maybe I just—maybe I don't know what to do! You don't make this kinda stuff easy, you know! I can't read your mind, and I'm just trying to take care of myself!
I... don't know what you want, or what the right thing to do is.
[Theeere it goes. Her temper is sizzling, quelled by her mounting guilt.]