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Dec 15, 2014 19:56:40 GMT -5
Post by Clara Austin on Dec 15, 2014 19:56:40 GMT -5
The past few days had been rough ones for Clara. Between waking up in bed with Tristan next to her and reaching a year since Emmett died, all she could possibly think about was her lost love. A picture of then together sat on her bedside table, and Clara would spend hours just staring at it and thinking of all of the memories they shared together. Her doctors made her go to double therapy because they were afraid she would try to hurt herself, but she'd hardly left her room for anything that wasn't medical. Even Alec couldn't talk her out of whatever funk she was in.
Luckily, though, she hadn't seen Tristan. The two of them had really connected, but then Clara completely freaked out on him. Part of her was thoroughly embarrassed, but the other part of her was still mad at him and herself for letting the whole ordeal happen. If she had it her way, she'd never see Tristan ever again. But that wasn't likely and she knew it. Hopefully he wouldn't be too much of a dick about it though.
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Apr 13, 2015 18:43:09 GMT -5
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Dec 15, 2014 21:06:18 GMT -5
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Post by Tristan Fray on Dec 15, 2014 21:06:18 GMT -5
Tristan was just walking around. He was bored in the hospital. He couldn't get himself out of bed most days and non of his friends came to visit. He decided to go see Clara. He felt bad about what had happened.
He walked in to find her on her bed. He knocked at her open door then walked in. "Hey I just wanted to say that I'm sorry about what happened. I didn't mean to fall asleep in your bed."
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Dec 15, 2014 21:52:56 GMT -5
Post by Clara Austin on Dec 15, 2014 21:52:56 GMT -5
Clara jumped a little when she heard a deep voice behind her. She jerked her head around to see Tristan standing there. She hadn't heard him come in. "Oh," Clara said, sighing out a little as she calmed herself down from the slight scare. "It's...It's fine..." Clara wasn't really in the mood to talk to Tristan, but knowing him he wasn't going to give her a choice.
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Dec 16, 2014 10:58:49 GMT -5
Post by Tristan Fray on Dec 16, 2014 10:58:49 GMT -5
"okay.." Tristan said quietly. He still stood in her room rocking on the balls of his feet. "are you okay? " Tristan finally asked. He couldn't help but ask. He felt really bad about what had happened.
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Dec 16, 2014 14:46:56 GMT -5
Post by Clara Austin on Dec 16, 2014 14:46:56 GMT -5
Clara shrugged, not really sure about the answer to his question. The picture of Emmett was sitting on her bed now, just by her feet. "If you were dead, would you want the people you care about to move on?" Clara asked honestly. She felt like she was betraying Emmett if she ever even thought about anyone else the way the thought of him. It was silly, but it was how she felt and she couldn't change that.
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