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Room 217, Late Sunday Night
Oct. 13th, 2008 02:50 amMusic started playing as Savannah Constance Nast entered the room that she now knew she had shared with her one true love, Johnny Storm.
As she walked to the window, a series of flashbacks played out.
Her head was spinning with everything that had happened in the last two days.
She still didn't know much about her past... but she did know that she could never be forgiven for accidentally killing the man she loved. She knew that the right thing to do was turn herself in -- even though orange really wasn't her color. Eve -- her bodyguard turned not-really-dead-mother wtf? -- had made her promise that she wouldn't turn herself in to the police without coming to get her.
Pain shot through her and her eyes filled with anguished tears as she slid down against the wall. She would never forgive herself. Never.
"Johnny," she sobbed as the background swelled again, drowning out her sobs as she cried through the night.
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As she walked to the window, a series of flashbacks played out.
Her head was spinning with everything that had happened in the last two days.
She still didn't know much about her past... but she did know that she could never be forgiven for accidentally killing the man she loved. She knew that the right thing to do was turn herself in -- even though orange really wasn't her color. Eve -- her bodyguard turned not-really-dead-mother wtf? -- had made her promise that she wouldn't turn herself in to the police without coming to get her.
Pain shot through her and her eyes filled with anguished tears as she slid down against the wall. She would never forgive herself. Never.
"Johnny," she sobbed as the background swelled again, drowning out her sobs as she cried through the night.
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