Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2013 7:40:03 GMT -5
so hold on to grace
[/size]“…and so when you arrive you don’t have to do anything because the organization already sent someone to meet up with you and drive you to the dorms and they’ll go over everything with you but I stuck a copy of the guidelines in the front part of your bag just in case you want to look it over or something and oh the luggage should all be taken care of too because it’s getting forwarded to where you’re staying and you only need to bring the carryon for the actual flight and the drive there and maybe the tour and stuff…”
Em closed her eyes and leaned back against the rough leather of the taxi seat, blocking out the replay of her last conversation with her twin. Nineteen years living with one foot in each other’s lives, and it had all come to this. Tal. Leaving. For her own good. Indefinitely. Partly on Em’s urging, and partly because they both knew it wasn’t going to work out any other way. One option. One choice. One path plastered with signs that said “No Going Back”. Chosen and embarked on. Already the regrets, the doubts were moving in; they were surfacing faster than Em would’ve liked. That was probably the worst part of the long taxi ride to and from the airport. Too much time to think. Not that she had a lot of things to think about.
Almost the whole way to the airport, Em had blabbered. Said practically nothing of significance while filling up the empty spaces with words. It was the only way she knew how to burn off the unstable adrenaline that came with anxiety. And now she was mentally beating herself up because those repetitive instructions and shallow reassurances were the only goodbyes she’d offered. There had been at least twenty times when Em had felt like breaking down, grabbing Tal like her twin was her lifeline, sobbing like a complete emotional wreck.
But she hadn’t. Because that wouldn’t have been Em-like, and at this point being Em-like was the only thing Em had to hold onto… if that made any sense. Ugh. Where was her brain going these days? Silently, December paid the driver and slipped out of the taxi. For a minute she paused, looking up at the almost too-perfect grassy green of Half-blood Hill. Home sweet home. Without Tal, her heart whispered softly. Immediately Em started moving, walking up the hill as fast as her stilettos would let her. And of course she tripped at the top and found herself sprawled in the grass, green stains on her white jeans. “Screw you, brain,” Em muttered (somewhat loudly) under her breath.
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Tagged: Jadie, closed
Notes: Forgive the sucky post
