Who: Autumn Harding [Horse of a Different Color] and Open. What: She's upset, and wants to get outside, even if it's cold. Where: Kinzie Street Bridge in Chicago When: As the sun is setting Tuesday Rating: No clue. Status: Incomplete thread/will turn into a narrative if no one responds.
Nothing seemed to go right in Autumn's life right now. At least not to her. She still had this stupid pink cast on. She was probably going to have to have surgery on it should it not have set right. At least her nose didn't look that bad anymore. She missed Ty, and people didn't seem to understand that. Everyone that knew about him just thought she was being too down in the dumps, but having a boyfriend.... well, he technically wasn't even that... whatever he was, having him be away for so long, and since he was distant anyway, it took it's toll on her. She wished she could forget about it, and there was a time when she could, but lately, she hadn't been able to. She didn't know of anyone else who was in her situation, and no one could really relate. No one really would ever want to be in her situation.
And to top it all off, things were just really... awkward with the Collins'. She didn't know why Shane had called her of all people. Don't get her wrong. She was flattered. And she loved Shane and Rylee, but she thought it a little strange. But she couldn't let the man just be upset, and not try and calm him down. But it ended up making her have to inadvertently avoid her best friend, which made her feel terrible. She knew that when Rylee got mad, she really got mad at anyone who spoke to her, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt.
She was sitting on her hammock, wrapped up in the blankets Ty had given her. The high was only in the fifties today, and the sun was just starting to fade behind the horizon. ... And she just had to get out of there. Journals weren't doing much for her lately. She, yet again, seemed to piss someone off by writing in it. She shed the blankets and closed the balcony door behind her as she made her way inside. She put on a sweatshirt over her sweater, confident she'd be warm enough, and headed down the elevator to the streets outside.
She wanted to head to a bridge. Somewhere she could watch the water. Kinzie Street Bridge. It wasn't far from where she was, and even if it was a little touristy, what, with the whole Dave Matthews bus incident happening there, she didn't care.
The model walked the few blocks to the bridge, and walked down to the middle. She leaned forward against the rail, peering over the side, her hair flipping and twisting in the wind. She wasn't even going to try and tame it right now. No sense in it in the Windy City.