Leah Stone (reapinghavok) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-02-09 03:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2012 [02] february, leah |
WHO: Leah and O'Brien
WHEN: February 9, 2019; probs around 1 or 2 AM
WHERE: Madison Square Garden; the Stone's sleeping area
WHAT: Apology and confessions, maybe.
RATING: Always medium, always swearing.
It was a mistake giving him a chance. Hearing that O'Brien had planned on meeting Rodeo somewhere to settle things had pretty much solidified that fact in Leah's mind. It was her own fault, thinking that finally letting someone in again would be a good idea. It wasn't. Not with Brandon off taking O'Brien's place, because he knew what losing someone else would do to Leah. Having Brandon put himself below someone who wasn't family was unacceptable. Since the forum conversation with her brother and the text conversation with O'Brien, Leah had managed to calm herself down, if only by sheer willpower alone. She was grateful that her sisters weren't around to see her meltdown. Those near the Stone's sleeping area of Madison Square had witnessed the panic, but people crying and panicking was so commonplace that they didn't give her much more than a few passing glances. Knowing a crowd of people was nearby helped to quell the urge to scream, but not by much. Now, she sat in her corner, almost completely cocooned in her blankets, waiting for O'Brien to arrive. One of their neighbors — a passing acquaintance who liked Lilah and Kori — had offered to watch the Stone's belongings while insisting Leah take a walk to clear her mind (and stop scaring people and disturbing everyone's sleep), but Leah had ignored him. For the first time in a while, she didn't want to go out, because inwardly she was terrified that Rodeo would show up here. She didn't know if he knew what Alana and Luke looked like, but he did know what Leah looked like. She was sure she'd lose in a fight against Rodeo. So, instead, she kept to her corner, trying to sort through what she wanted to say to O'Brien. It shouldn't have been that hard to come up with a way to end things with him. Should've been simple, really. |