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She had been nose-deep in a book.
Belle was only at the Compound because she wanted something new to be read. She was done with the pile of books and she'd kept the ones she loved and felt compelled to return the ones she was through with. That was all. That was the only reason why she had come. The minute she arrived in the rec room, she glanced up out of her story and lost all train of thought.
It was like time stood still. It was as though her whole world narrowed to the sight in front of her, something so endlessly worrying that she lost her grip on the book. It fell away instantly, slipping out of her fingers and she rushed forward to the table before she could think twice.
There was a candelabra, a clock, a teapot, and a teacup with a chip in the side sitting on the main table.
Suddenly, she couldn't breathe. Belle felt as if she was choking, breath not entering her lungs as she rushed to crouch before the objects on the table, tears filling her eyes as she turned them over with great care and devotion, looking for any sign of, of ... of, well, life, as silly as it sounded.
"Please," she begged through her tears, the word sounding helpless to her ears. That couldn't be her own voice, she thought. How could she sound so weak? How could she sound so young? "Please, say something. Say something to me," she pleaded, voice hitching in her throat as she brushed her thumb up the side of the small clock, her vision gone cloudy. Her nose was running, tears streamed down her cheeks, and all she could think of was what had happened. If these were the friends she had made, what did it mean if they were here and couldn't say a word.
"Please," Belle begged again, kneeling down before a table filled with unmoving objects.
[ST/LT welcome through Sunday]
Belle was only at the Compound because she wanted something new to be read. She was done with the pile of books and she'd kept the ones she loved and felt compelled to return the ones she was through with. That was all. That was the only reason why she had come. The minute she arrived in the rec room, she glanced up out of her story and lost all train of thought.
It was like time stood still. It was as though her whole world narrowed to the sight in front of her, something so endlessly worrying that she lost her grip on the book. It fell away instantly, slipping out of her fingers and she rushed forward to the table before she could think twice.
There was a candelabra, a clock, a teapot, and a teacup with a chip in the side sitting on the main table.
Suddenly, she couldn't breathe. Belle felt as if she was choking, breath not entering her lungs as she rushed to crouch before the objects on the table, tears filling her eyes as she turned them over with great care and devotion, looking for any sign of, of ... of, well, life, as silly as it sounded.
"Please," she begged through her tears, the word sounding helpless to her ears. That couldn't be her own voice, she thought. How could she sound so weak? How could she sound so young? "Please, say something. Say something to me," she pleaded, voice hitching in her throat as she brushed her thumb up the side of the small clock, her vision gone cloudy. Her nose was running, tears streamed down her cheeks, and all she could think of was what had happened. If these were the friends she had made, what did it mean if they were here and couldn't say a word.
"Please," Belle begged again, kneeling down before a table filled with unmoving objects.
[ST/LT welcome through Sunday]