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Post by drew adrian o'connel on Feb 15, 2010 1:46:01 GMT -5
Drew rested her head on her hand again, her elbow leaning on the arm of the couch. This was just getting too.. personal. Too real. Doing drugs was like her own personal vice, no one else needed to get mixed up in it. She also never talked about it, unless it was, 'Meet me at this location' or 'Why are you charging so much?' It just didn't happen. Drew closed her eyes, feeling as if the quiet in the empty house was surrounding her, engulfing her. "It doesn't matter," she said shortly. [/size] |
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Post by delaware zelda meehan on Feb 15, 2010 1:52:30 GMT -5
Despite being too many hours away and on a phone, Del could feel Drew trying to put distance between them. She was trying to push her back away and keep her from entering that bubble she'd been thrown out of a couple months back. "It matters to me! You matter to me! I know you hate me for some god damned reason, but for some god damned reason I still care about you." Del wasn't lying down on the couch anymore. Instead she was sitting and staring at her dark reflection on the flat screen TV.
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Post by drew adrian o'connel on Feb 15, 2010 1:56:52 GMT -5
Putting distance between herself and someone else was what she was good at. Hell, she was probably a professional by now. But she wasn't the only one. Delaware was in New York. God damn New fucking York. As if she hadn't done it on purpose. Drew knew running away when she saw it. She was probably a professional at that too. "You shouldn't," she said quietly. Drew was giving Delaware enough reason to hate her and not care about her. So why didn't she? Why didn't she just hang up the phone and go on her way? It would be better for the both of them. [/size] |
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Post by delaware zelda meehan on Feb 15, 2010 2:04:05 GMT -5
Delaware hadn't run away... yeah ok she had, but she had a good reason. Not really, but still. She needed space to think, or at least that's what she had convinced herself in the beginning. Instead, leaving had made things worse and the damage might not be repairable. But fine whatever, in a week when she was finally able to see Drew again face-to-face, she'd have a few things to say. "No, I shouldn't. And I think I'm finally done telling myself I should be." She snapped her phone shut. No 'see you next weekend' and no 'good bye's'. Nope, that would probably get her started on another rant.
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