Rachel Grey-Summers (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} jeansdaughter) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} utr_logs,@ 2008-03-18 19:51:00 |
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What Making up, talking it out.
Where Rachel's new place.
When Yesterday night?
Warning Teenage angst? I don't know.
The channels flipped with incredible speed across her TV, but Rachel wasn't watching it nor was she expecting to find something to decide on. She had eaten earlier but she suddenly felt the urge to eat again. Anything to just occupy herself. She knew James was coming, but she didn't know what would happen once he got there. And that really bothered her.
Part of her really wanted to forgive him. But the other part didn't want to let this go, let him just apologize then be forgiven. He'd just keep walking all over her, keeping hurting her...But they could be friends? But Rachel didn't want to be friends. It wouldn't feel like enough, like they were always tip-toeing and holding back. Rachel couldn't live like that.
Rachel sat on her counter to keep her feet from pacing and an ice cream carton spun in the microwave for five seconds, softening. One of Rachel's weird little quirks. Rachel put a bite in her mouth and then she felt him, his mind coming within the range that she couldn't ignore. Rachel felt him but didn't pry, partially because she didn't want to know and partially because her own mind was ready to explode and she didn't want her thoughts to accidentally slip into hers. The freezer closed by itself, concealing the ice cream again and the bell rang.
Rachel took a deep breath and although she didn't have to, she walked up and opened the door.
"Hi, James."
Part of her really wanted to forgive him. But the other part didn't want to let this go, let him just apologize then be forgiven. He'd just keep walking all over her, keeping hurting her...But they could be friends? But Rachel didn't want to be friends. It wouldn't feel like enough, like they were always tip-toeing and holding back. Rachel couldn't live like that.
Rachel sat on her counter to keep her feet from pacing and an ice cream carton spun in the microwave for five seconds, softening. One of Rachel's weird little quirks. Rachel put a bite in her mouth and then she felt him, his mind coming within the range that she couldn't ignore. Rachel felt him but didn't pry, partially because she didn't want to know and partially because her own mind was ready to explode and she didn't want her thoughts to accidentally slip into hers. The freezer closed by itself, concealing the ice cream again and the bell rang.
Rachel took a deep breath and although she didn't have to, she walked up and opened the door.
"Hi, James."