Room 217, Thursday Night

Savannah had managed to make it through the work day and through meeting a new arrival to the island. She made it through walking Destiny on the beach and through an hour or so of sketching in the room. She had made it through pretending to eat something and through doing some cleaning and writing Paige and the Pack.

In short, she had made it through her day.

She made it through her day without breaking down or having reactions to everything that had happened within the last week -- including two painful goodbyes. She wasn't sure what set her off, and she wouldn't be able to explain it if anyone asked, but the next thing she knew, she was curled up on the floor with her face in her knees. The sobs started out as gasps and then the tears started.

Someone was being forced to actually deal with her pain.


[[For the boyfriend/husband. SP is our friend.]]

Room 217, Thursday Night

Savannah had managed to make it through the work day and through meeting a new arrival to the island. She made it through walking Destiny on the beach and through an hour or so of sketching in the room. She had made it through pretending to eat something and through doing some cleaning and writing Paige and the Pack.

In short, she had made it through her day.

She made it through her day without breaking down or having reactions to everything that had happened within the last week -- including two painful goodbyes. She wasn't sure what set her off, and she wouldn't be able to explain it if anyone asked, but the next thing she knew, she was curled up on the floor with her face in her knees. The sobs started out as gasps and then the tears started.

Someone was being forced to actually deal with her pain.


[[For the boyfriend/husband. SP is our friend.]]