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Post by Evangeline Magnus on Oct 6, 2015 2:08:48 GMT
BEEN VERY ( FAR ) AND I'VE & MADE LOTS OF ( FRIENDS ) ❝ She remembered leaving. There were a lot of thing that she regretted... for the things she missed, for the things she didn't. It tore her apart, departing in such a fashion, losing her identity to fall into another one. The steady pace from ruin to glory... or was it the other way around? Perspective was lost, but only one thing mattered: what hurt the most was that, in the end, it had been her decision. Her choice. There was no one to blame but herself. No one to turn her anger towards other than back inside. No one to speak hurtful words to whenever the frustrations became too much. Almost everything lost meaning... and then it didn't. She remembered living. But now, there was no regret. She wouldn't change anything that has happened, wouldn't alter any paths, wouldn't pick the other side of the forks of life. No, everything had turned out swell. And she owed it all to him. Opening her eyes had been painful, but it had been satisfying. There was a greater work to be done, and he had prepared her for it. As difficult as it had been, she had lived. Lived to the fullest and even more. She'd own it and take back her life. Fuck them. She'd win. But first, there were demons to face before the new beginning. OOC DEVELOPMENT THREAD. TEMPLATE BY MINNIE OF GANGNAM STYLE |
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Post by Evangeline Magnus on Oct 6, 2015 2:37:47 GMT
BEEN VERY ( FAR ) AND I'VE & MADE LOTS OF ( FRIENDS ) ❝ The wind blowing in her hair calmed her down. Her racing mind was arguing with itself again - this was a bad idea, this was a great idea - but all she really needed to know was that it had to be done. For once, the blonde woman could not foresee the outcome. There were too many things to factor in, too many things that might have changed. Changes... she was a living proof of that. Three years was a long time, too long a time to remain detached. There wasn't evidence that she could rekindle those ties, but she had to try it. Living had come to mean leaping blindly, having faith. She had to have faith for this to work. And even if it was to go horribly wrong, at least there would be no regrets. The worse may come, but at least she would be at peace - left no loose ends should the time come. She was aware that she could hardly write this off as a failed mission if rejection were to happen. Yet, she hoped and prayed to a god she no longer believed in that it would all work out in the end. That there could be peace for the other party as well. Perhaps she should've brought an offering - more than just herself. Panic was starting to swell within and she had to blink it away. Focus, she told herself more than once. For someone who had faced down death before, the fear of rejection should have been a cake walk. Yet, she was terrified. Absolutely fucking terrified. Taking her eyes off the road for a moment, she looked down at herself. Her dark blue jeans had been comfortable and she had donned her leather overcoat over the undersized black spaghetti strapped tank. Had she dressed appropriately? Would it have helped if she had donned the skirts and blouses that people her age were so fond of?Clearly, her fashion sense had been altered. Would they still see her as Evangeline Magnus? Her hands gripped the steering wheel harder, trying hard not to think about the mediocre details. Well, she knew for a fact that she was still Evangeline Magnus, proud and willful. Though she had been touched by the harsh element of life, she simply hoped that they could see past her rough exterior. Pulling the convertible to stop, Eva took a breath and a moment to herself. Last she'd research, her adoptive parents had stayed in their old home and were still well off financially. At least it seemed like the family was normal - though she wasn't aware of how well or badly they were coping with her disappearance. With a last glance at the rear view mirror, she stepped out of the car, locked it and walked casually up the driveway. She had almost tripped, her steps faltering with her nervousness. Still unaware of what to expect, the young woman geared herself for the worse. But she knew that she had to argue her case, at all costs. She had to make peace, at least for herself. With a sudden rush of determination to see things through, she found herself standing in front of the oak door. It had been a nostalgic sight, making her subconsciously happy that not much had changed. She raised a hand and pressed the doorbell once. Then again after a beat. OOC DEVELOPMENT THREAD. TEMPLATE BY MINNIE OF GANGNAM STYLE |
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