Night crawled on, the darkness never letting up. She tossed and turned, the sleepless nights and days dragging on. A week later. She almost never left her room. Her stomach curled at the very thought of food, her heart aching as her mind recalled everything that she had witnessed and done throughout the weeks.
Her friends. The one she loved. All injured or hurt because of her and her actions. I̧̨͜n̡͡sa͏͝ņ̸͜i̧͡t͢͜ý.
Lexia threw herself to her feet. She couldn't deal with it anymore. Her arm was mattered with bandages she refused to treat. Lexia didn't deserve to have it. Her gaze raised to the roof, a sigh escaping her mouth as she paused for a few moments. After everything that she had done, she never wanted to see them again. The disappointment, the anger, the sympathy. She was strong.
But not strong enough to deal with over a thousand deaths caused by something she was too weak to stop.
Lexia had lost the ability to shed tears, her endless sobs claiming them all from her.
She didn't want the others to think that she was digging her own grave and ever since that event... Lexia had been considering the only thing which she thought would release her from the guilt she had felt. Alcohol took the edge off the pain, which is why she almost always had a glass with her. Full or empty. It depended on how badly the emotions coursed through her. But she knew she was worrying Sly, and she almost slammed her fist onto the window sill.
Screw this.
She left her room. Lexia was silent, avoiding cameras, avoiding people. Mind you, they would all be asleep by now... She made her way to the lounge which spread out before Sly's bar. Lexia filled her cup - this time with a mocktail, to ensure she wouldn't have too much alcohol in her system. But she opened a silver sachet, slipping the contents into her drink. She wandered to the back corner - her spot and sat heavily on the couch. She placed the glass on a nearby table, another sigh coming from her as she leant forward. Lexia held her head in her left arm.
"I'm so sorry." She mumbled to herself, her right hand coiling around her drink to take a sip.
Her friends. The one she loved. All injured or hurt because of her and her actions. I̧̨͜n̡͡sa͏͝ņ̸͜i̧͡t͢͜ý.
Lexia threw herself to her feet. She couldn't deal with it anymore. Her arm was mattered with bandages she refused to treat. Lexia didn't deserve to have it. Her gaze raised to the roof, a sigh escaping her mouth as she paused for a few moments. After everything that she had done, she never wanted to see them again. The disappointment, the anger, the sympathy. She was strong.
But not strong enough to deal with over a thousand deaths caused by something she was too weak to stop.
Lexia had lost the ability to shed tears, her endless sobs claiming them all from her.
She didn't want the others to think that she was digging her own grave and ever since that event... Lexia had been considering the only thing which she thought would release her from the guilt she had felt. Alcohol took the edge off the pain, which is why she almost always had a glass with her. Full or empty. It depended on how badly the emotions coursed through her. But she knew she was worrying Sly, and she almost slammed her fist onto the window sill.
Screw this.
She left her room. Lexia was silent, avoiding cameras, avoiding people. Mind you, they would all be asleep by now... She made her way to the lounge which spread out before Sly's bar. Lexia filled her cup - this time with a mocktail, to ensure she wouldn't have too much alcohol in her system. But she opened a silver sachet, slipping the contents into her drink. She wandered to the back corner - her spot and sat heavily on the couch. She placed the glass on a nearby table, another sigh coming from her as she leant forward. Lexia held her head in her left arm.
"I'm so sorry." She mumbled to herself, her right hand coiling around her drink to take a sip.