Liz Ortecho is as (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} mouthyasever) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} somerealityrpg,@ 2020-02-15 14:16:00 |
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| Entry tags: | active: lizzie mcguire, inactive: liz ortecho |
Who: Liz and Open to Multiples
What: She is welcoming vistors.
Where: 4-A
When: Saturday and Sunday
Warning: Shouldn't be any.
It had been a hell of a week for Liz. It had been great feeling so happy again but it has also felt so wrong because inside she was the opposite. She was a mess and she wanted to scream to be upset about the injustice of Max, Michael and Alex being taken away from her. She wanted to cry but she couldn't and it was the most frustrating thing she'd ever experienced. The day the happiness wore off and it all hit her again, she couldn't get out of bed. The next day being Valentine's Day made it even worse for her because it would have been her first one with Max had the Entity not sent him home to die bringing back her sister. When she wasn't awake looking at pictures of them together, she was crying herself to sleep while smelling his pillow. It had been a rough day for her.
It took her a few days to venture out of her room to retrieve the Galentine and Valentine's Day gifts left for her outside her apartment door. Those perked her up a little bit and she made her way over to the book nook she had installed a few months ago as a Christmas present to Max. She and Lizzie had come up with the design together. What once housed Max's books was now as a shrine to those that were not there with her; Max, Rosa, Michael, and Alex. There are pictures of them along with little trinkets she'd found all over Goodland that made her think of them, and some books she'd gotten Max for Christmas. He's managed to go through some of them before he left while others were untouched. It was also where she housed the souvenirs she'd gotten from all the places the Entity liked to take them. She'd always wanted to travel and looking at the reminder that she could here made her happy. It was just too bad that Max wasn't there to travel with her.
Liz spent the weekend curled up in the book nook, drinking multiple cups of Mexican Hot chocolate wrapped around a blanket that she and Max had picked out together listening to the only thing that comforted her; music. Mrs. Potter's Lullaby was practically on repeat.
