Air. One gin and tonic had turned into three and...something pink with glitter in it that may or may not have been meant to be drunk - much like Francine. Air would be good.
How air turned into a walk from the community center all the way to the beach, she didn't know, much like how she didn't know how she even made it there without tripping a million times, while the sounds and sights of a Fandom that wasn't even here anymore blew past her ears in the wind. Maybe it was because it almost felt like someone was holding her hand...
Francine stopped that thought where it started, and stopped herself as well, on a rock overlooking the sea, the wind blowing her hair from her face and her hand scrubbing the past away from her eyes while she paused.
Or maybe not, because the fuzzy picture when she opened them was nothing she'd seen in fifteen years or more. Down there by the water, a small, slim figure with her back turned, long yellow hair glowing pale in the moonlight.
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Date: 2011-04-03 01:46 am (UTC)How air turned into a walk from the community center all the way to the beach, she didn't know, much like how she didn't know how she even made it there without tripping a million times, while the sounds and sights of a Fandom that wasn't even here anymore blew past her ears in the wind. Maybe it was because it almost felt like someone was holding her hand...
He was so sweet though - he even offered to build me a castle... Would you hate me if I kissed you? I'll hate you if you don't...
Francine stopped that thought where it started, and stopped herself as well, on a rock overlooking the sea, the wind blowing her hair from her face and her hand scrubbing the past away from her eyes while she paused.
Or maybe not, because the fuzzy picture when she opened them was nothing she'd seen in fifteen years or more. Down there by the water, a small, slim figure with her back turned, long yellow hair glowing pale in the moonlight.