greyate: pls dnt (Default)
ᴊᴇᴀɴ ɢʀᴇʏ ([personal profile] greyate) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log 2016-11-30 04:45 am (UTC)

this seems like a good place to end this thread lol

[ Her hand stays on the glass for a moment before she's forcing herself away from the tube, her other hand still covering her mouth. She shakes her head at Peter's words, not able to trust her own voice. She walks away from him and the tubes, further down the beach.

Mentally, she sends him: I know it's not your fault.

She's just. The man she loved like a father was in a cryo tube, so lifeless she couldn't hear his mind. And there was a chance he wouldn't even know her if he ever came out of it. It was too much. Being brought onto the ship, being around all these strangers, dealing with trying to adapt to a life she didn't choose. And now this.

She eventually sways and falls to her knees in the sand, sitting on her legs. She stays here, hunched over and shoulders shaking from the force of her sobbing. She had tried to keep it in. Tried not to let any of this get to her. She hunches over more, hands digging into sand that wouldn't allow her to grip it, tears leaking from her eyes and hitting the tops of her hands.

She doesn't notice how bits of sand are floating in suspended animation around her. Just that this was too fucking unfair.

Maybe she just needs a moment to be a little weak after trying to pretend to be strong. ]

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