[Honestly, it's also just easier to have this conversation this way. Without having to look someone in the eyes or even face to face. And there is, admittedly, comfort in it. She could pretend he was someone she knew, if she wanted. Even someone... she loved. She banishes the thought pretty quickly; it just added to her guilt.]
I'm pretty sure I've heard the wandering alone forever thing before. With the dark sky, and the sand... Uhm, it may have been in a fantasy book, though.
[She reaches a hand up to touch the back of her neck then, trying to feel for the mark. It does occur to her that... This guy's reaction to the idea of being dead wasn't what she'd been expecting. He's kind of weirdly accepting of it. Maybe that's why she feels she can tell him this, though.]
We were on the road. In Chloe's truck. She was driving. We'd just... Left the town... What was left of it... I wasn't-- I felt.. guilty. Shit, I still feel guilty. But I'm not... I don't really regret it? I'd make the same choice again, if I had to. Maybe that makes me a terrible person. Maybe that's why I'm here. I thought... "This is why I'll have to wander here alone forever..."
[It's... Not a very clear explanation, but she's kind of just talking to the air in front of her, her voice thick with emotion the further she gets into her story. She hasn't even told this guy her name. She doesn't really know what she's doing, but it still feels good to let all of that out. To maybe let it go, if she can.]
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I'm pretty sure I've heard the wandering alone forever thing before. With the dark sky, and the sand... Uhm, it may have been in a fantasy book, though.
[She reaches a hand up to touch the back of her neck then, trying to feel for the mark. It does occur to her that... This guy's reaction to the idea of being dead wasn't what she'd been expecting. He's kind of weirdly accepting of it. Maybe that's why she feels she can tell him this, though.]
We were on the road. In Chloe's truck. She was driving. We'd just... Left the town... What was left of it... I wasn't-- I felt.. guilty. Shit, I still feel guilty. But I'm not... I don't really regret it? I'd make the same choice again, if I had to. Maybe that makes me a terrible person. Maybe that's why I'm here. I thought... "This is why I'll have to wander here alone forever..."
[It's... Not a very clear explanation, but she's kind of just talking to the air in front of her, her voice thick with emotion the further she gets into her story. She hasn't even told this guy her name. She doesn't really know what she's doing, but it still feels good to let all of that out. To maybe let it go, if she can.]