It was the perfect way of describing it. They shouted and shouted and said absolutely nothing. River wouldn't take it anymore. A heady feeling of overwhelming surrounded her -- choking. It was getting very very crowded in here.
Turning around, she unlocked the door and slipped outside, letting it slam shut behind her. River needed air in a bad way. Even though the closed doors, muted shouts and backwards thoughts rang clearly. Would York forgive her for her cowardice? River was, at her core, a manufactured soldier, and she'd gone AWOL. Moreover, she'd abandoned him and the guilt of it left a horrible taste on her tongue.