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Lucy Sullivan
Misty Gray
Lucy listened to James as he told her that she was allowed to think of herself in this private moment with him. It was just the two of them after all. Her siblings wouldn't be able to see her fall apart if she wished too and they would continue to think that she could handle whatever the world through at her. And for the most part, she could. It wasn't every day that she killed someone, although now it seemed like that would become a thing. This was just something that Lucy had to get use to.
As James began to describe what the men could have had in their lives, she felt did begin to feel something. It was sadness, and a bit of relief. She felt the familiar sting of tears in her eyes and moved to hide her face, looking towards the fireplace again and letting her hair cover her face from James' view. Crying was something that she never liked to do in front of people, she had been the same way as a little girl. Being terribly embarrassed about it when she did, she normally cried in the privacy of her bedroom. But this was James, he was older than her by a few years and he wasn't someone that could be shaken very easily. He was her rock. She moved her arm from behind her and wrapped it gently around his chest. The slight shake of her shoulders indicated she was crying,though she didn't make any sound.
But as she continued to cry, she became even more ashamed of herself. James had been through worse than her tonight, and he was as calm as ever. He could have died, and yet here he was comforting her when she need it.
Misty Gray
Lucy listened to James as he told her that she was allowed to think of herself in this private moment with him. It was just the two of them after all. Her siblings wouldn't be able to see her fall apart if she wished too and they would continue to think that she could handle whatever the world through at her. And for the most part, she could. It wasn't every day that she killed someone, although now it seemed like that would become a thing. This was just something that Lucy had to get use to.
As James began to describe what the men could have had in their lives, she felt did begin to feel something. It was sadness, and a bit of relief. She felt the familiar sting of tears in her eyes and moved to hide her face, looking towards the fireplace again and letting her hair cover her face from James' view. Crying was something that she never liked to do in front of people, she had been the same way as a little girl. Being terribly embarrassed about it when she did, she normally cried in the privacy of her bedroom. But this was James, he was older than her by a few years and he wasn't someone that could be shaken very easily. He was her rock. She moved her arm from behind her and wrapped it gently around his chest. The slight shake of her shoulders indicated she was crying,though she didn't make any sound.
But as she continued to cry, she became even more ashamed of herself. James had been through worse than her tonight, and he was as calm as ever. He could have died, and yet here he was comforting her when she need it.