Leah Stone (reapinghavok) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-06-20 00:21:00 |
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Anxious. That’s how she was feeling, for a few different reasons. The first being that she was choosing to leave Marigold for no more than a couple hours. Not alone, no. Definitely not alone. Lilah would stay with her, watch over her while she took her afternoon nap. With the heat wave rolling in, the girl had been extra tired after playing outside earlier, so there was no doubt that she’d sleep well. Leah didn’t like being separated from Marigold, even for this. Part of her wondered if allowing Alghren to delve into her pool of reason was the wisest choice. Her dislike of the woman had lessened since the incident earlier this month, but the feeling of disdain still lingered. She couldn’t easily dismiss all the points Alghren made, though. Nor could Leah ignore the memory of her answer when Alghren asked if she was in love with Evan. She was. Admitting it to herself was one thing, but admitting it to someone else was another matter entirely. It twisted the nerves in her stomach into a bow, making her hands tremble and her palms sweat. She wasn’t certain if she was going to tell Evan how she felt. Maybe she would. Maybe she wouldn’t. It would all depend on how well the conversation went. When it came to admitting feelings, Leah Stone was a coward. The medical wing was exceptionally noisy today. Leah didn’t know or care about the reason. Her sole objective was to clear the air between her and Evan. The drone of voices all around sounded much like those of Hernandez’s bees, and in the cacophony, her quiet, slow, deliberate footsteps felt out of place. Upon reaching the curtain that hid Evan’s bed from view, Leah took pause. Was she really ready to do this? Distance felt like the best solution, at least to her. Selfish. It was completely selfish. Distance may have solved the problem on her end, but it was taking its toll on Evan. He had his own reservations, his own ghosts, to contend with when it came to their relationship. And she wasn’t helping matters. “Did you get my note?” An odd way to begin a conversation like this, especially since she was still standing on the opposite side of the curtain, but her anxiety was working against her. |