Room 421, Saturday

[mathletenomore]

Lindsay couldn't deny that she had been envious these past few days. Watching people with their loved ones who had previously been deceased was a little hard. It made her wonder why her grandmother hadn't visited her.

"I really miss you," she said to a photograph of her grandmother holding her when she was a baby. "Why aren't you here?"

Maybe she really was disappointed for not living up to certain expectations. Lindsay tried to push that thought out of her mind. To cheer herself up, she started listening to her favorite Grateful Dead album on her new mp3 player. Usually she ended up dancing around, one of the few moments she allowed herself to be happy.

She didn't feel like dancing right now, though.

[can be open if you don't mind an emo girl]

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[angelo_wings]

Rinoa was twenty moods at once when she got back to the room that night. She made an effort to smile at her roommate before sitting down on her bed.

"You okay?" she asked. This weekend had been a suckerpunch.

Angelo whuffed and settled in next to Rinoa. Angelo was good at knowing when cuddles were required.