01-06-2009, 04:32 AM
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Geneva nodded as Savina's words penetrated the cloud of guilt that had descended over her. It was still there, permeating her thoughts, present in her dreams and robbing her of sleep at night, but Savina's words gave her a little clarity. It was rational, logical for the living to keep on living. She had to come to terms with this. Jordan was dead and gone, and probably couldn't give half a damn what was going on in the mortal coil, wherever he was now. And if he could see her now, he'd probably call her a huge dope. "I did mean it," Geneva said, dry-eyed. Her voice was a little raspy with unshed tears. She hadn't cried for him, not really. She hadn't cried for herself either. There would be time for that, when she was in the company of her own four walls. But now was not that time. Now was the time for strength. SHe could battle her inner demons without conjuring up images of them. She'd stare them down later. For now, there was Savina, and there was hope too. "It is just so...hard." Hard didn't even begin to cover it. She hadn't let herself really think about it, let herself process the loss. But now the floodgates were open, and she felt as though she could reason, could think about it, if only a little at a time. Perhaps now she could combat this sense of loss instead of letting it fester. She drew back to look at Savina. "We're a right mess," she said with a bit of amusement in her whispery voice. |