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Post by Laken Maywood on Jan 24, 2008 1:04:42 GMT
i walk back and smile a sad smile at Andrew as i sit on the floor and look up slightly looking around the place then back at the casket. i cup both my cheeks with my hands and put my elbows on my knees, thinking about different things.
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Post by Andrew Foster on Jan 24, 2008 15:51:32 GMT
I glance at Laken again as she sits on the ground, then look back at the casket.
I need to get out of here.
But I feel bad for thinking it and make no move to go.
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Post by Laken Maywood on Jan 25, 2008 2:19:33 GMT
"Hey, Andrew, do you think you will be okay." i say worried that he will feel bad for a long time. i scrunched my eyebrows together and looked at him with a worried expression.
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Post by Andrew Foster on Jan 25, 2008 17:58:57 GMT
I glance at her, debating whether or not to be truthful. She's bound to see through the lie, and it really won't help either of us....
I shrug, bringing the corners of my mouth up very slightly. "Yeah, I'll be okay. Eventually. You be okay?"
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Post by Laken Maywood on Jan 26, 2008 0:25:50 GMT
i'm not sure if i believe him, but decide he's truthful enough.
"I'm not sure, maybe after a long while," i say "But i know i will never be the same as i was." i answer truthfully
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Post by Andrew Foster on Jan 26, 2008 15:26:24 GMT
I nod. That makes sense. She and Andra always fed off each other's zaniness somehow... symbiotically. Of course she won't be the same.
"You'll be okay," I nod, wanting to say something. "You'll be all right."
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