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Second Floor Common Room; Tuesday Morning [08/24].
Tuesday, August 24th, 2021 07:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
white_oleanderThis last weekend had been...hard albeit handwavey for Astrid; who could really blame her? Who could just easily bounce back from your dead future clinging to you, sobbing out apologies, and wishing they could take it all back, while you both knew that there were deeper problems that would never be solved, that any attempts to alter their history would only prolong the inevitable?
But there was catharsis there. There was...closure. Confirmation. Regret. Acceptance.
It had still been difficult for Astrid for get herself to move from her bed, the day after Claire left, presumably for good this time. A day of staring across her room, at the colorful mural still up on tge other side.
And then, on Tuesday, she pulled back the sheets. She went to the bathroom. Showered. Went to the common room, turned on the stove, cracked a few eggs, made breakfast.
No, it wasn't Monday. It wasn't even the third floor common room.
But that wasn't really the point, was it?
[[ open common room is open, albeit slow! ]]
But there was catharsis there. There was...closure. Confirmation. Regret. Acceptance.
It had still been difficult for Astrid for get herself to move from her bed, the day after Claire left, presumably for good this time. A day of staring across her room, at the colorful mural still up on tge other side.
And then, on Tuesday, she pulled back the sheets. She went to the bathroom. Showered. Went to the common room, turned on the stove, cracked a few eggs, made breakfast.
No, it wasn't Monday. It wasn't even the third floor common room.
But that wasn't really the point, was it?
[[ open common room is open, albeit slow! ]]