mm_j (mm_j) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2010-04-24 15:21:00 |
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Bea was in the gym wearing a pair of yellow shorts and a black tank top, pounding the hell out of a punching bag. She moved steadily, using both her fists and her feet to send the bag arching out and spinning wildly. To say that she was simply in a bad mood would be to describe the Pacific Ocean as a bit damp. Bea was, quite uncharacteristically, inconsolably pissed off. Maybe for irrational reasons, but she was.
It wasn't the fact that it was her birthday and she was celebrating alone. She was used to that. It was the letter she'd gotten this morning from Eli. He'd been put in danger and there had ben a close call. It was something that was no doubt standard for him, and his letter had brought things into blaring perspective. He faced death every day. He could be hurt or maimed or even killed at any second, and she wouldn't even be the first to know because by law she had no claim on him. So, he could be dead and she could be writing him letter after letter for a week, not even knowing he was already gone as she'd been doing this week. She'd sent him a copy of Smashing with her on the cover and her new comic, both of which were coming out next week, and now he likely wouldn't even get them because he wasn't at that camp anymore. To beat all, she couldn't even call him as they'd planned to do on her birthday because she didn't know where he was or how to reach him. Even emailing would do no good right now.
She had no way to immediately find out if he was okay. And instead of crying as she'd wanted to do, as she'd done now for nearly three months when she felt absolutely bereft without him and completely powerless in the situation, she'd decided to go ahead and get good and pissed off.