[Who]: Kara and Dash [What]: Being found [When]: Tuesday afternoon [Where]: The clock tower [Status]: In progress- closed [Rating]: Medium to high - There are mentions of death and... panic attacks?
Kara hadn't meant to fall in love with Hunter. She hadn't meant to care what happened to him... but she had. And now he was dead and she had his heart. It hurt her more than she liked to admit to people, so she bottled it in and well, she guessed it exploded. Suddenly the house--which wasn't really that small at all--seemed too small for her and she had to get away. Really, Storybrooke was too small. If she had been in Los Angeles, she would have probably driven and driven until she got all of her frustrations out... but she wasn't and she couldn't.
Instead, she ended up on the clock tower. She wasn't going to jump or anything--though it had crossed her mind a few times. The truth was that it wasn't fair that she lived while Hunter died. It wasn't fair to her, to Hunter, to anyone. How was she supposed to live with the constant knowledge that she would always have his heart in her chest. Every. Single. Beat belonged to him.
She wasn't crying. Not anymore. She'd run out of tears at some point during the night. Now, she was just hugging her knees to her chest, rocking back and forth and trying to block out the pain. Not that that was going very well.