Who: Bonnie and Zoe What: Meeting and talking When: After this Where: The chapel in the prison Warnings: Nothing at the moment
Bonnie had no idea why she was compelled to comment on someone's network about something that she didn't know much about. But after talking to Zoe, it was clear to her that Zoe needed someone to talk to. Which, Bonnie, probably of the same token, needed someone to talk to as well. She didn't want to bother Caroline with everything that she was feeling. She had enough to worry about with. And sometimes, talking to someone who didn't know the situation was better. They were unbiased. Bonnie just felt like everything she was doing was wrong. Maybe she was going through a slump or maybe this place was changing her. She didn't want it to.
Either way, Bonnie got up and stuffed her phone in her pocket after putting it on silent before she headed the chapel. Whatever was on this girl's mind, it seemed to weigh her down and Bonnie was genuinely worried about her. She didn't know how she could help, but sometimes listening was just helping all on its own. She knew that people wanted to be heard, regardless of what they said. It was humane nature.
Which was why Bonnie opened the door to the chapel. It was empty inside besides a girl in the middle of the pews and Bonnie assumed that it was Zoe. She closed the door quietly and walked up the aisle. The room looked worn down, as if it's service had been put to good use and it was a a bittersweet sight almost.
"Zoe?" She asked, her voice quiet as she came to stand beside the girl. "I'm Bonnie, can I sit?" She asked.