Nina Maynard (awaitingstorms) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2011-03-20 20:12:00 |
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WHO: Nina Maynard
WHEN: Sunday afternoon
WHERE: Her apartment
WHAT: Pining for Amidio
WARNINGS: Near intolerable amounts of whining and late night train of thought writing.
It was Sunday. On Wednesday Amidio had walked out on her, finished with everything to do with her, and since that night Nina had barely moved. She'd crawled into the bed that smelled like him (and therefore felt safe and like everything might be okay) and that was where she'd remained.
It was only the whining of the two fennec foxes that made her move, because they'd die if she didn't feed them and they were half Amidio's. She couldn't let Pinky and the Brain suffer for what she'd done. She'd lost everything she cared about, but Nina wouldn't let that happen to them.
So she fed them and she ate a little herself when her hunger became to unbearable, but mostly that just made her feel sick and she'd throw it back up again. It was like her body just wanted to waste away if her brother wasn't there any more. Nina didn't see a problem with that. Amidio had been all she had.
Work kept calling but Nina hadn't picked up the phone at all. She let it ring and ring and ring as she watched the stupid screen and the stupid number flashing that wasn't Amidio's.
She missed him. She missed Amidio like a part of herself was gone, because it some ways it was. They had always been together, always been closer than anyone, and now she'd run him off.
Nina blamed these gods for it, for giving her this hunger that had made her a murderer and brought them so far from home. And she thought that maybe she'd been wrong when she'd feared she was being punished for their crimes, because it was clear now that the hunger was no punishment at all compared to Amidio slamming the door as he left.
She lay in bed and cried, missing her parents, missing her twin, missing her whole damn life and hating whatever she was supposed to be now.