[ Julie doesn't want to be emotional. She wants to be cool, detached, the one who keeps it together. But it all hurts, and it hurts more because none of this had to happen, not a single bit, not if Flagg had just stayed with them like he was supposed to.
(She knows, knows it wasn't up to him, and it doesn't matter. He's supposed to be above the whims of a stupid rock, could have fought it or something. Anything. He's supposed to be here with them.)
Turning away, she swipes at her face, makes a snuffling noise and then there's a muttered, "Oh fuck," and she walks away from the door, leaves it open. There's a small storm cloud forming over the bed and she has to catch it before it soaks everything. Her voice calls from inside, where she's standing on the bed to try and break the cloud up with her hands. ]
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(She knows, knows it wasn't up to him, and it doesn't matter. He's supposed to be above the whims of a stupid rock, could have fought it or something. Anything. He's supposed to be here with them.)
Turning away, she swipes at her face, makes a snuffling noise and then there's a muttered, "Oh fuck," and she walks away from the door, leaves it open. There's a small storm cloud forming over the bed and she has to catch it before it soaks everything. Her voice calls from inside, where she's standing on the bed to try and break the cloud up with her hands. ]
Sorry, I just... everythin's gonna get all wet.