echoes, silence, patience & grace (fatebites) wrote in halcyon_halls, @ 2008-08-05 12:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | sam, sasha |
Week Fifteen: Wednesday
When: Late
Where: Outside in the garden
Who: Emo!Sam and Open
Something had been bothering Sam and while she knew what it was, she didn’t want to admit it. An attempt to focus on anything but her own person problems was made but it all seemed to be in vain. Try as she might, that little voice in the back of her head kept whispering to her whenever things got too quiet. That voice belonged to her mother. If only she could try a little harder, stand up a little straighter or swim a little faster, then she would be good enough. Except of course that she never had succeeded.
Sam had tried to tell herself that she was getting all worked up over nothing but she couldn’t help it. Yes she understood that it would take time and that she really didn’t even deserve what time she was being allowed but…it was hard not to think of it as one-sided. Small fingers toyed with the bracelet on her wrist as she wandered around the grounds. The small token meant the world to her but it still felt as if Easton was slipping away. It was ridiculous really, because he had responded to her notes but at the same time, he didn’t seem to really initiate much contact between the two of them.
The moisture in the air clung to her exposed skin and a nice mental pat on the back was given for having decided to go with a pair of shorts and a light top. The last thing her hair needed was to be out in the humidity but she could tame the giant ball of poof that would inevitably follow after she had her fill of some fresh and slightly heavy air. Clearly she was losing her mind if she was questioning the status of the relationship she didn’t even deserve to have in the first place.
After an hour or so of wandering around, she finally found herself in the middle of the school’s elaborate garden. Slumping down in defeat, she took a seat on one of the stone benches and just stared off at nothing. Everything was going to be fine, or that was what she was going to keep telling herself anyway. Come hell or high water she was going to prove herself to him. An audible sigh parted her lips as she toed the ground with the tip of her sandal and if she didn’t have her supernatural hearing, she would have never picked up on the footsteps headed her way.