Lydia Martin is done with the supernatural. (fieldsmedal) wrote in motelca,
She unwraps her arms from around herself as she takes a step back, reaching out with one hand to the door. The longer she looks at him, the more he feels like her sister did back home: distant and unreachable. She's not sure he's actually standing there at all. Especially when he says he's sorry.
Everything hurts. Her heart feels so tight, her chest, her stomach. She feels nauseated. She feels helpless and she doesn't even try to hide or wipe away the tears streaming down her own face.
"You're gone," she whispers. The pain is clear in her voice. The grief. He's gone. And the more times she says it out loud, the less she can deny the truth behind it. But it's too overwhelming to accept it. And at the same time, it's too final to stop it.