Maryanne Elizabeth Walker (maryanne_walker) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-07-18 22:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, maryanne walker (oe) |
Who: Maryanne and OTA
Where: Mitchell's Pub
What: Seeking out ghosts. (memories)
When: Thursday evening
Rating: Language/situations
Open: Yes please
Status: On going
Maryanne sat at the piano. But she couldn't find the urge to do more than stare at the keys. It felt like her heart had simply been snatched clean out of her chest. Leaving a gaping, bleeding, maw of a wound that would never heal. It seemed almost too much to hope that Mitchell would somehow pull out of this. That he'd wake up and be right as rain. That wasn't how this island worked. It hadn't happened with Annie. Daryl. Sam. Cato. Robin.... The list was far too long to go down name by name. Why would Mitchell be any different? It was strange to think that even Daryl's death hadn't touched her so deeply. She wasn't in love with Mitchell. But the word Love didn't even seem to touch how she felt about him. He was like the missing part to her jagged soul ripped soul. Now that he was gone she felt... raw. It was deeper than just her heart. That had been so battered and bruised that she was sure she could survive another squeeze. But this... Mitchell's death was deeper. And she felt numb because of it. Maryanne stared at her fingertips, and could have sworn they were blue. Was it all in her head? Or could she really not feel anything. Some distant part of her wanted to be angry at Bond. But reading what he had to say... It was hard to be. Sure people didn't believe him, but she knew better. Maryanne knew that it was possible. But she just couldn't feel anything. |