|Solène Voclain (sollemnis) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2014-04-03 22:17:00
|Entry tags:||saint columba, solene voclain|
WHO: Solene & Columba
WHEN: Thursday afternoon
WHERE: Columba's apartment
WHAT: Worrying and then mistake making
Sitting behind the reception desk at work, Solene was filing paperwork when she suddenly sneezed three times in a row. For a moment there was a panic that rose up inside her. I'm getting sick. I'll get sick with something terrible and then I'll die and Hell is waiting. It only took the slightest thing to get her worrying and she forced herself to take a few deep breaths and calm down. Just a sneeze. A sneeze wasn't some kind of death knell. She couldn't let herself get too alarmed.
At lunch she sneezed again and gripped the edge of the table as though she were a drowning woman at sea and it was the only thing that would keep her afloat.
In the bathroom mirror she looked at herself. Did she looked flushed? Or was that just because she was suddenly running around and panicking? Was she warm? She felt like her face was warm. Too warm. Getting sick. She'd die and she hadn't had enough time.
She wanted to call France and hear Columba's voice. She wanted to tell him how scared she was and hear someone say that they loved her, that they were thinking of her. But instead she found herself doing the next best thing and running through the city to the American Columba's apartment, banging on his door. "Please!" she called through the wood. "Please, Columba, it's Solene! Please open!"