[ She didn't think he would help, he brought her here instead of actually helping her as she asked. Why would he change now? She thought she'd ask, anyway. But... it's interesting. She's a stranger and he still doesn't want her to do what she needs to do. Maybe it's just a quality of being human, she supposes. Being afraid of death, the end of something, someone. But she knows this isn't the end of her.
(He wouldn't be to blame, anyway. It's her choice.)
His response startles a laugh out of her. Scott. She thinks of Scott, how he was when she first met him. It's a bittersweet feeling. ]
You remind me of someone. [ She moves her hands from the bar, gently slides the glass back to him. ] Hopefully, I still have time. Thanks for my first drink, anyway.
[ And with that, she leaves.
Soon enough, she'll find herself at Lake Tomie. And when she steps in, she has no intention of stepping out again. Only she'll find, a good while later that when she does finally drown, she doesn't keep travelling. She'll pull herself out again, coughing and spluttering, still in Deerington.
She was too late, she realises. The window closed. ]
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(He wouldn't be to blame, anyway. It's her choice.)
His response startles a laugh out of her. Scott. She thinks of Scott, how he was when she first met him. It's a bittersweet feeling. ]
You remind me of someone. [ She moves her hands from the bar, gently slides the glass back to him. ] Hopefully, I still have time. Thanks for my first drink, anyway.
[ And with that, she leaves.
Soon enough, she'll find herself at Lake Tomie. And when she steps in, she has no intention of stepping out again. Only she'll find, a good while later that when she does finally drown, she doesn't keep travelling. She'll pull herself out again, coughing and spluttering, still in Deerington.
She was too late, she realises. The window closed. ]