hope mikaelson (baculum) wrote in somerealityrpg, @ 2020-07-25 19:41:00 |
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Hope had no idea what she was doing. It was surreal sitting across from her mom, making small talk with her. She'd ordered her favorites, but she was barely picking at her plate as her brain churned over how to say what she needed to say. At least she was fairly certain she wouldn't get the same kind of reaction as she had from her dad, but she'd picked the quietest corner in the place anyway, just in case. It was also close to the back exit, so she could bolt if needed. But she was pretty sure she wouldn't.
This was her mom, the person she'd known best for most of her life. But instead of making this easier, it was making it harder. She needed to rip it off like a bandaid, but there was just so much to tell...