darlene » lissa dragomir (spiritcursed) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2014-03-06 01:36:00 |
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It wasn't family that Darlene sought out after she was released from the hospital at last - not in the traditional sense, anyway. Her parents were gone and while she appreciated the family that had given her a home in the months after the crash, she'd never felt particularly close to them. Part of that had been the depression already gaining its foothold inside of her, but the truth was that it was hard to think of them as family. She'd barely known them before. Even now when her thoughts were more clear and rational, she felt more like an obligation to them than anything else. But Ryder was family, too, in all the ways that counted. He'd helped her in there. They'd helped each other. There were very few people, if any, in this world Darlene trusted more. Ryder got her in a way that most other people didn't and it wasn't just being a reincarnate, too. It wasn't that he'd been the first boy she'd really kissed, either. They'd shared so much of themselves - in there, in the letters and the visits since - that Darlene really felt like they could tell each other everything. That was something she needed right now. Because the truth was that even with a clean bill of health and sanity, Darlene was terrified. She was used to Lissa's presence in her head by now. It felt so natural, as though she was Lissa and Lissa was her. But she worried she'd lose it again. Darlene had read those books so many times that the pages were ripping on her paperbacks. She knew how bad it had gotten for Lissa, how bad it had gotten for her and she didn't know if she was strong enough to fight it. Not without help. Maybe it was weak or childish to go running to the one person she trusted to caught her if she did fall into that pit again, but Darlene didn't care. It also felt right. They'd written countless letters. He'd come to visit often since his own release. And, yet, they hadn't been out here together, out in the real world. How nice it would be to just.. go skating or grab a coffee that didn't come in a styrofoam cup together. To be normal kids- well, young adults together. Darlene didn't have any expectations about how this was going to go, but she was grinning as she doublechecked the door she was standing in front of matched the address she had for him. And then she raised her hand to knock. |