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Willow Henderson

"This thing could get the better of us if we let it."

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a character in “The Devil You Know”, originally authored by partially-stars, as played by RolePlayGateway

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age: 21
sexuality: bisexual
birthday: july 9
occupation: fashion design and marketing student
hexcode: #6d0202 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxsober ii (melodrama)xx||xx give me a minutexx ||xx requiem




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secrets:
for almost two years, willow was in a relationship with an abusive boyfriend. it started as emotional manipulation, and eventually evolved into physical abuse. she was too frightened to leave him- his words had wormed their way into her head, and she genuinely believed that she'd never get anyone better. but eventually, she worked up the courage to break up with him. she did it in public, thinking that he wouldn't try anything. she was wrong. he lunged for her, and she panicked, pushing him away from her and in front of a bus. some only saw her pushing him, but others had witnessed him verbally abusing her, and she had bruises that were tell-tale of abuse. charges weren't pressed, but willow's had to live with what she did.
likes
fashion
feeling capable and in control
converse
red lipstick
heels
candy
red wine
indie music

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dislikes
snobbery in fashion
feeling lost
victim blaming
country music
stereotypes
sour sweets
bad salads
unnecessary accessories











quirks
always impeccably dressed
has tried and failed to stop biting her nails
spins her rings when she's anxious
tucks pencils behind her ears
and forgets about them
fears
never being loved
large bodies of water
being in another relationship
like her last one
airplanes











they'll talk about us and discover how we kissed and killed each other




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appearance:
willow looks more like her mother. she has her monolidded, dark brown eyes, naturally pale skin, and a metabolism that allows her to eat whatever the hell she wants. she got her father's height and ability to tan at the slightest ray of sun, however. willow is always impeccably stylish. her style always errs on the side of simplicity, but she rocks it. her short, dark, slightly choppy haircut only adds to that. she's quite striking, and knows how to play that up. she's slim, always barely on the healthy side of skinny. no matter what she eats, she never seems to put on weight- but that doesn't stop her from keeping a healthy diet and exercising. as a result, she always looks healthy, even if skinny. she has a relatively boyish frame, but has some slight curves.

personality:
some may have been quiet and withdrawn after what willow went through. if anything, willow became the complete opposite. opinionated, outspoken, and unapologetic about all of it, willow is an avid supporter of any movement which aims to end any sort of abuse. she's a proud, self-declared feminist, and frequently takes part in protest marches about all sorts of causes. she's bold and unapologetically so. she's the same when it comes to her friendships- she won't be afraid to tell someone that they're out of line or to protect someone who needs it. she's got a good sense of humour and isn't afraid to laugh at herself either. she knows when to give advice and when to keep it to herself, but is always up for giving help and fashion tips.

beneath the surface, willow's a mess. any thought of confrontation, of being manipulated, makes her either shut down or push back. Any yelling or screaming terrifies her and makes her shut down completely and start to go into a panic attack. most of her outward confidence is in retaliation to this. she feels like she needs to do something to make up for how constantly anxious she is, feels like she just needs to do something. she needs to do something to make sure this won't happen to anyone else. she needs to feel like she's in control of her life because otherwise it'll start falling apart and then she'll fall apart. she can't live with what she's done. she can't live with what she has become. she needs to bury it so far down that it all just goes away. she pushes away anyone who she feels might hurt her, because she can't go through that again, she can't. she's gone to a psychiatrist following the accident, but he refuses to listen to her and take her seriously. her family tells her that the problem must be with her, not the therapist, so she just needs to try harder. she's pushing back against them, and it's just adding to her efforts to make it look like she has her life together.

i'll take my medicine, you'll take the credit,
this thing could get the better of us if we let it




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willow's childhood was thoroughly unremarkable. she came from an affluent family, but they kept their feet firmly on the ground. willow's mother had moved from japan when she was only 7, and she'd had to work to get to where she was, and she made sure that her children never took their life for granted. they did their homework and took part in a number of extra curriculars. but they were so very loved. willow's mother made sure that they never felt forced into doing something they didn't want to do. willow never particularly took to sport and had a petrifying fear of water after an incident when she was seven, and her mother respected that. but when willow showed an interest in art, her mother found the best classes she could and dutifully drove her to them every week. she taught her daughter how to sew, and after willow expressed an interest in making clothes following her art teacher wearing a skirt she'd made, willow's mother taught her to make basic clothes.

and this began willow's passion for fashion. she started designing her own clothes and frequently spent her weekends trawling thrift stores and markets, trying to find the best bargains for her newest experiments. it gave her a very unique look by the time she reached high school, and in a good way. willow was an individual. she stood out. people knew her name, and she loved it. she took part in a charity fashion show and even managed to sell some of the clothes she'd made. she was gathering an online presence.

then she met jake. jake, at first, was amazing. encouraging, friendly, gentle. willow fell head over heels. and things started going wrong. her junior year, she made her own prom dress, and he consistently told her that it didn't look as nice as one that someone with more experience would have made and that it looked ugly in the pictures. she can't remember the point at which she was fooled into believing this was okay. but she changed. became more withdrawn, lost her opinionated edge. she became quieter online. and even still, the physical abuse started. he was clever about it, never leaving any marks that would be seen by anyone day to day. well, most of the time. a close friend of hers noticed the bruising despite willow's efforts to cover it up. her friend had already had her suspicions, but was gentle about it with willow. and willow realised she needed to change. so she tried to break up with him in public. but he lunged for her, and she shoved him away from her, he stumbled back and fell in front of a passing bus. he was killed immediately. it was declared self defence and no charges were pressed, but she's still ashamed about it. she moved away to study fashion design and marketing and picked back up her online presence. but she still wants to leave everything in the past, she's far too ashamed of it.

So begins...

Willow Henderson's Story

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Character Portrait: Rebecca Cruze Character Portrait: Lee Romero Character Portrait: Lincoln Cole Character Portrait: Willow Henderson Character Portrait: Lateefah Hart Character Portrait: Tallulah Ashmore Character Portrait: Heather Swan
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xxx"now it's four in the morning
xxxi'm just trying to find myself.
xxxwhat the hell did i do?
xxxi'm the life of the party."

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A few days after the funeral, a day or two after they’d all been interviewed. It had been an intense few days, and they all needed to let off steam. So somebody had thrown a party. A mutual friend, a friend of Sarah, the girl who had been murdered. She’d been such a wonderful person, one of those people who’s always looking out for everyone else, who had been involved in pretty much every club going. Turns out she’d been hooked on prescription drugs. That hadn’t been what had killed her- it had been revealed that it had been a murder, that she’d actually been in a rehab programme to get off the drugs.

At first, it had been quiet. Chill. Mostly just a chance for everyone to talk. But now it was starting to liven up, to become an actual party. The alcohol was flowing, but it was still at that nice point where things were still fun, and nobody was messy drunk or out of control. Everyone seemed to be having a good time.

Everyone, that was, except for Lee Romero. The anxiety was starting to creep in as it started to feel more and more like... those parties. And his anxiety had already been at a higher level than usual what with the brutal interrogation from the police. Well. It hadn’t been that brutal. But it had been intense and unpleasant and it had been with the same police officers he’d gone to about Neil, the man who had manipulated him and forced him to have sex with strangers. At first, he thought they were going to tell him that he had been released. Instead, he’d been questioned. He hated it.

And now, for some ungodly reason, he was at a party. He hadn’t even ran into anyone he knew yet. He was just standing there, clutching a drink, and wishing he was somewhere else entirely. What if a... client showed up? What if nobody he knew showed up? What if Neil had gotten out and he showed up?

But he couldn’t bring himself to leave. He took another sip of his coke and waited. Half an hour. If nobody showed up, he could leave after half an hour.

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Character Portrait: Rebecca Cruze Character Portrait: Lee Romero Character Portrait: Lincoln Cole Character Portrait: Willow Henderson Character Portrait: Lateefah Hart Character Portrait: Tallulah Ashmore Character Portrait: Heather Swan
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xxx"So come and taste the reason
xxxI’m nothing like the rest.
xxxI'll kiss you in a way
xxxyou’ll never forget about me."

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EARLIER THAT WEEK:

β€œSo honey, when we going to break out those handcuffs you have there and have some real fun?” Rebecca said to the police officer guarding the door, with a smile and wink to the officer guarding the door out of the interrogation room, not getting much of a reaction besides a chuckle. She changed her smile to a frown/pouty face. β€œYou’re no fun. And if this is about a parking ticket from years ago, isn’t there a statue of limitations for that?” Rebecca asked, getting up from her chair and fixing her hair in the mirror which she knew was a window on the other side. She had asked numerous times about why she was brought here, but they refused to tell her. She had only been back in the states for a couple days, and hadn’t yet bought her ticket home. She wasn’t entirely sure how long she would stay in town, she had gotten a couple weeks off from work so she wasn't too worried.

The door opened, and two detectives walked in. β€œMiss Cruze, yo-β€œ Rebecca quickly interrupted the man talking. β€œPlease darling, call me Rebecca, or later.” She said obviously flirting with him, and going back to sitting in the chair, putting her legs on the table as she took off her heels. If this was about parking tickets, she was going to try to sweet talk her way out of it. β€œAs I was saying Miss Cruze, when was the last time you visited Roseville?” He asked as he sat down putting a folder onto the table. β€œWell, honestly, not since I left a while ago and moved to London. Lived there ever since.” She answered the one of the detective’s questions β€œHow would you describe your relationship with the victim.” Abigail had a puzzled look on her face. β€œThe victim? You mean Sarah? I guess you could say we use to be close. We slept together once but her at time girlfriend didn’t appreciate it, and Sarah blamed me for it, saying whatever she could to keep her girlfriend from breaking up with her, including some harsh and NOT true words. She keyed my car when I went to leave the apartment, that bitch." Rebecca paused a second. "But we patched things up before I left, we were good friends. Wait what is going on here?” As she finished the detectives slid the folder and opened it up. Rebecca gasped, and some tears came down her face. β€œMa’am, you are being investigated as a possible suspect for the murder of Sarah Green.” And the interrogation began.

PRESENT TIME:

All around was upbeat music playing, people reconnecting, having a good time. The whole atmosphere of the whole house was very high and happy. Rebecca leaned back, reaching for her drink with one hand, and the other holding herself onto the lap of a male β€œSo you’re from England? I love brits” The man, which Rebeeca was sitting in the lap of, said. ”Oy yes. I live in London, right by the royal palace.” She replied with a giggle and a very, very bad English accent. Somehow this guy heard that Rebecca flew in from London and wanted to know more, so Rebecca took this chance to make out with a moderately attractive guy. Plus it would be fun to do a bad English accent.

Rebecca gave him a light kiss on the cheek after finishing the rest of her drink. β€œI’m going to go get more of this American beer you yanks drink.” She said as she got off his lap and walked away from, debating with herself if she would go back to him, or find another person to β€œtalk” to, a lot of people were here and Rebecca was having a great time, she really did miss this place. Especially her group of friends she had back then.

Rebecca had not seen any of them since she left all that time ago, even at the funeral she stayed at the back. Lee, Heather, Lateesha, Willow, Link, Tallulah. All the adventures they’ve had. That time Rebecca jumped off the roof of the school into a ball pit because of a dare from Lincoln, competitions with Lee to see who kiss the most people in a row without being stood up, to drunk make out sessions with some of the others, and much more adventures. Rebecca felt guilty and terrible for leaving, but she had to, she could barely stand this town after what happened. She couldn’t even drive down the road it happened, always taking a 15-minute detour around it.

As Rebecca looked up from the cooler, someone immediately caught her eye across the room, standing there awkwardly. "Lee!?" She said outloud, she hadn't seen Lee since she left for London. She walked over and wrapped her arms around him in a hug, kicking one of her legs back as she hugged him. "I'm glad to see you again. How have you been?" Rebecca asked as she stepped back after hugging him, with a smile on her face.

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L A T E E F A HXH A R T
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Outfit: Link Here || Hair
Location: The Party
Dialogue Color ✦ #C35817
Thought Color ✧ #730800


Never let it be said that Lateefah didn't try to make people happy.

If you had left it up to her, she would have been on the next flight back to California, regardless of the sinking feeling in her gut, alerting her that it might not be the best decision. It was kind of ironic. The same town she had clamored to get out of years ago seemed more like relief to her than the sunny state she was leaving behind. And in the midst of a funeral at that! Yet and still, she had stayed, mostly because - for the first time in her life - she and grandmother agreed on something: it would be too suspicious for Lateefah to go back to California after the interrogation earlier today.

"It seems like you and Sarah had left on bad terms," the police offer had said, trying so hard to sound cryptic and threatening. Lateefah had just stared at him, face blank. "You make a habit of leaving things like that, Miss Hart?" Lateefah had fought the urge to laugh in his face, but soldiered on - straight-faced - to tell him that unless she was being charged, she was leaving and would not return without a lawyer. To be fair, she and Sarah had left on bad terms, bad enough that it left the deterioration of Tee's friendship with Lee look like a lovers' spat. Sarah, Lincoln, and Lateefah had known one another since they were children, and while Link was able to look back with fondness on their relationship, the one Lateefah had with the girl had been tumultuous at best. There was a kind of love there that enabled Tee to feel the ache of Sarah's permanent loss, but while others remembered her for being sweet or the allusion of being sweet, Tee remembered the head cheerleader. The one who bitched about any and everyone behind their backs, but retained her snake-like debonair charm the second a classmate was in their midst. The same one who loved the idea of having friends, but having them in the ways she wanted them. Sarah had never been truly bad, but Tee had never considered her as good as everyone else either. Especially after she revealed that it was her who had told Lateefah's grandmother of her affair - and all because Sarah had wanted him first.

Needless to say, though, Lateefah hadn't killed her. Hadn't even been close enough to Roseville to consider doing it and she damn sure couldn't stomach it. She and Sarah had gone back and forth with ignoring one another until a month before her death. At that point, Lateefah had blocked her number. It still meant she couldn't make any sudden moves, so Tee had been prepared to throw her clothes off and lounge about in her old bedroom with her Netflix and some Chinese...until her grandmother had pouted about her morose mood and the sullen attitude of the entire town. How her grandmother knew that there was a party for young adults happening was beyond Tee, but after five minutes of pouting, she grabbed her keys, her leather jacket, and rolled out without so much as a goodbye.

She was loathe to admit it, but the party wasn't that bad. Lateefah was sober, clutching a cup of crushed ice she had gotten from the ice maker instead of the buckets of ice that had much larger chunks inside that she was casually chewing on, the flavor of the sprite beneath it adding a sweetness to her tongue that she could appreciate a lot more than any alcohol at the moment. She would have turned to the dining room of the home where old friends and classmates were hanging out, but then she spotted three very familiar faces. Faces she wasn't ready to see nor deal with, which was why she turned right instead, going down the hallway and making a quick left to the living room. She lived with Lincoln, so it wasn't a problem, and Tigger was always going to be Tigger. A refreshing glass of vivacity and cheeriness that made Tee want to smile. But Lee...Lateefah just didn't have it in her to pretend at the moment, especially not when she'd already warded off any attempts at getting to know her life away from Roseville. So, she whipped out her friend to see about a friend she actually wanted to see.

To: Willow
pls tell me i didnt come 2 dis party 4 u not 2 come

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xxx"why should I play this game of pretend?
xxxremembering through a secondhand sorrow
xxxsuch a great son and wonderful friend
xxxoh, don't the tears just pour"

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She had probably gotten away the lightest when it came to her interrogation. One of the police officers interviewing her had been following her on social media for a while, and so went easy on her. Willow had an airtight alibi and had ended up spending half an hour talking to them about her work and how her classes were going. Calling it a pleasant experience was stretching it a bit, but it hadn't been that bad. She'd been good friends with Sarah and had even used her as a model for a while. They'd stayed in contact, so it had hit hard when Willow found out she was dead. And about her secret. But she was in no place to judge. Sarah hadn't known about Jake. She'd barely even heard that he was dead. And Willow had been so wrapped up in her own problems she hadn't noticed anything was off with her. She hadn't guessed. How many of her friends were in similar situations?

But it was party time. She was a little late, even more than fashionably so, but her parents had wanted to skype and find out the full story of what had been going on. She'd finally gotten away, gotten changed, and wass heading into the party. Her phone buzzed just as she reached the party. Tee, trying to find out where she was. Willow grinned as she entered, scanning the room. Lee, Lincoln, and Rebecca were in a group. That was one group she was staying as far away as possible from. Lincoln wasn't her biggest fan, and things were still awkward between her and Rebecca. She found Tee and grinned, walking over and swinging an arm around her shoulders. "Didn't really think I'd abandon you, did you?"

Willow didn't tend to regret things. But she did regret starting to fall out of touch with her. Tee was the one person who knew... pretty much everything about her. Who had known what Jake was doing to her. And she had confided in Willow. They knew each other better than anyone else, and just seeing her made Willow smile like nobody else could.

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Location: The Party
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Thought Color ✧ #730800


Not many people got away with just randomly touching Lateefah. Back in high school, she would just glare and unless you were a part of her inner circle (read: Rebecca or Lee), you'd probably be welcome to a shove or worse depending on who you actually are. Tee didn't have anger issues, but she definitely hadn't ever been a fan of being touched without her genuinely liking you. Which was why, if Willow hadn't followed up with voicing her arrival, Lateefah had been two seconds from hurling the contents of her cup into the offender's face. However, the offender was Willow and Lateefah's face softened immediately, casting her friend an answering grin.

"Hey, you," she greeted, voice warm with the softest rasp even with the music playing all around them. Reaching up with her free hand, she squeezed the hand of the arm currently around her shoulders. "Surprised you didn't wanna join the big reunion back there..." Lateefah winked as she added, teasing, "Especially with your bestie, Link, back there and all. Surprised you two haven't run into each other's arms already." Tee was probably the best person to attest to truth that was Willow and Lincoln's dislike of one another. She had easily been able to get out of taking sides in that she was close to the both of them, even if she had known Lincoln longer. Still, though it had always amused her whenever the two would vent to her about the other, always aware that she'd be going back to the other person, chuckling to herself over hearing the same repeated by two people who would swear up and down that they had nothing at all in common.

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xxx"why should I play this game of pretend?
xxxremembering through a secondhand sorrow
xxxsuch a great son and wonderful friend
xxxoh, don't the tears just pour"

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Willow rolled her eyes at the mention of Lincoln. β€œOh my god, don’t even joke about that. That would just be a clusterfuck of awkwardness,” she replied. β€œI know you guys are best friends but... yeah. Nope, not happening.” She laughed a little. God knows, she’d ranted to Tee about Lincoln far too much. But Tee never seemed to mind, even if her and Link were best friends.

β€œDid I hear you guys are living together? Should I start working on my dress for the wedding now?” She asked, winking at Tee. She was pretty sure there wasn’t anything there. If anything, the two seemed more like siblings than anything. β€œCan’t lie, babe, I might be that one guest who gets super drunk and jealous and breaks something. Couldn’t handle losing you to him.” She could joke about that now, when she knew that it was more than likely not going to happen.

β€œHow is Cali?” She asked, the first genuine question. Willow was at a prestigious school of design just outside New York, and it felt like being in a different country to California. They’d still stayed in touch- it was hard to fall out of contact when you’d been through that much shit together. But it wasn’t the same as being there, as being with Tee, being able to have a hand thrown around her shoulders and being able to physically tease her. God, she’d missed her. She had friends back in college but... none of them knew. Nobody knew her like Tee, and sometimes she felt like nobody would. You didn’t just tell somebody about your abusive ex. They’d have to be someone close to you, someone special.

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Thought Color ✧ #730800

"i'm the ghost of a girl
that i want to be most
i'm the shell of a girl
that i used to know well"



"Ha!" Lateefah exclaimed dryly, following it by a quick sip of the watered down sprite. She was pleased to note that not a lot of the ice had melted just yet; Tee didn't make a habit of being a perpetual ice chewer, but she did like sucking on ice chips. She was getting in some kind of water, right? "There's definitely not gonna be a wedding - not ever."

It wasn't that Lateefah didn't find Lincoln attractive. He was her first on so many levels; obviously, there had to be some level of attraction because adolescent attachment did not count. But she had known back in high school - back when they were even younger - that he was never going to be the one for her. He was always going to be one of the ones that she loved, maybe even deeper than others, but never that mysterious one her grandmother swore was out there for everyone. Lateefah wasn't so sure about that, though. Perhaps for everyone else, but not for her. Just can't go a night without being an emo bitch, huh, she thought bitterly, before adding aloud, trying to offset her somber thoughts, "Besides, I'd probably try to kill him before I could say 'I do.'" It would be her, so lost in the depressive thoughts that haunted her, to miss Willow's tease about being jealous entirely.

"California's...California," Lateefah answered cryptically, taking a large swallow of crushed ice so as not to be able to expand upon the topic. It shouldn't have been that difficult of a feat, in hindsight. Instead of still being in college, working to keep up her grades for scholarships and figuring out what she wanted to do with her life, Lateefah's internship had turned into a full-time job. Whether she was fully happy with her current position was neither here nor there, but she wasn't bad off. Not really, not when one considered the fact that she lived in one of the most expensive cities in the world in a pretty decent apartment with only one roommate.

But of course, she would rather turn the conversation to Willow. Not just because she hated talking, but also because she genuinely was curious. Lateefah at least sent occasional check-in texts to her friend, but they weren't as frequent as they should have been, especially to someone she had been so comfortable with. Willow had been through so much with her. Willow had been through so much, period. Lateefah should have been better; she was always finding some way to fuck up, even when California supposedly made her mature a bit more. Figures, she thought. "What about you, though? I saw a few of your stuff on Instagram. They're amazing!"

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Character Portrait: Lee Romero Character Portrait: Lincoln Cole Character Portrait: Willow Henderson Character Portrait: Lateefah Hart Character Portrait: Tallulah Ashmore
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xxx"now it's four in the morning
xxxi'm just trying to find myself.
xxxwhat the hell did i do?
xxxi'm the life of the party."

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Lee was a little glad to see Rebecca following him out. He always appreciated a familiar face. And as thoughts and memories of those days, back in the parties, back when he used to get so drunk he couldn't think about what was happening to him, swirled around his dazed and fuzzy head, Rebecca was a distraction, something his brain couldn't distort into something scary. At first, it seemed innocent. A hand on his, something innocent and grounding. And then she started talking about the good old days, back when Lee was unafraid to flirt and to tease, before he second guessed all of his actions. That was fine, but it put a twist of anxiety into his stomach as he remembered what he used to be.

And then she kissed him. For a moment, his brain went black. And then it went into overdrive. Without even thinking, he pushed her away. He stumbled away, his thoughts whirling and dragging him down into a pit. He couldn't do this, he couldn't. It felt just like he was back there, like every hand touching his arm, every voice asking him if he was okay was just another client, another person who didn't really care, who just wanted to know if he was up to the job. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't think. He had to get out of there. He couldn't go back to that. Somebody had known that he was tied up with Neil, they had to know what he used to do.

And even as he left, he swore he could hear a voice calling his name in anger, yelling at him for running away. And then there was a bike, they were chasing him. When Link's voice called out to him, it was like a lighthouse through fog. And Lee had to bite his lip to stop himself from just breaking down into tears. He had to pretend he was okay, he couldn't let Link know he was as bad as he was.

"I- I- Link, somebody spiked my drink." The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. "And Becca drank half of it and she- she- oh god I left her there, I left her behind, what did I do?" So much for staying calm. Lee felt so goddamn pathetic, he was nearly shaking and was on the verge of tears.



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xxxremembering through a secondhand sorrow
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Willow laughed at Tee's comments about Link. She'd never really gotten why the two of them were friends, but they seemed to be close at least. Which, even if Willow didn't like Link, was nice at least. It made her feel a little better about not staying in contact. At least she had somebody from home. Willow had moved away from everyone for good reasons.

She shrugged at the mention of her Instagram, but grinned a little bashfully. "Thanks. It's... actually kinda awesome. Getting to work with and learn from all of the other people in my class, I've learned some awesome things and met some awesome people. We've got an end of term show coming up, so things are a... little hectic at times. But they're always a lot of fun. I know you're probably pretty busy with..." God, she wasn't even entirely sure what Tee was up to these days. "You're doing an internship, right? If you can bear a weekend from Link and your job, I'd love it if you could make it down. I'd love to show you around. New York is an awesome place to paint."

She was about to suggest they go get drinks, but then something kicked off involving a bunch of the jocks and some guy that Willow didn't recognise, but that looked a little too old to be one of her peers. From what she could gather from the yelling, he'd been caught spiking someone's drinks. Willow raised an eyebrow and suddenly became glad she hadn't get gotten a chance to grab a drink. She also spotted someone lurking by themselves. She waved a little, trying to catch Tallulah's eye. She felt bad for her- only moments earlier, she'd been talking to Link, Becca and Lee... all of whom had vanished.

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xxx"all the people i know aren't who they used to be
xxxand if i try to change my life one more day
xxxthere would be nobody else to save
xxxand I can't change into a person I don't wanna be."


One second Tallulah had been standing in a group of people, chatting with Rebecca and the next thing she knew, they were all gone. Did Lincoln actually call her Tiana? She threw her arms up in frustration. Honestly, she was not having a good day.
Wow, they really don't remember who I am. Tallulah thought to herself as she watched Lincoln walk away. She sighed and started to fiddle with her necklace absentmindedly. Why did she think that everything would be like it used to be? So much had happened since then. Everything was different now.
Tallulah looked around, debating if she should just leave. Go home and watch some weird old movie that would be playing on TV. Maybe drink some tea and just forget about tonight. She should probably make sure her mum was okay too; she hadn't heard from her all night. She quickly pulled her phone from her pocket and looked at the lock screen.

xxxxMum:
xxxxHey Lu, probably best if you find somewhere else to stay tonight.
xxxxI don't think it's safe for you to come back here. I'll be fine. Sorry.


Tallulah's brow creased in worry. Of course this wasn't the first time she'd had to find somewhere else to stay because home wasn't safe, but she worried about her mum. Tallulah knew better than to reply. If her mum's phone went off with a message from her, it would end up worse for her mum. Tallulah shoved the phone back into her pocket and looked up, noticing a familiar face.
Willow?
Standing around anyone was better than standing alone, she decided, and slunk through the crowd towards Willow.
"Hey, it's been a while."

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"i'm the ghost of a girl
that i want to be most
i'm the shell of a girl
that i used to know well"



"It's not a - you know what? Never mind. I'd love to," Lateefah said with a strained smile, belatedly cutting herself off from acknowledging that her job was no longer an internship. It felt like an internship; she fetched coffee, gave ideas that were taken in as someone else's, kept out of the picture unless it looked good for the assistant she was being an assistant to, and a host of other very depressing things that Willow didn't deserve to be bombarded with. They had been doing well too. If Willow had kept talking, Lateefah could have kept up the genuine smile that had softly curved the corners of her mouth, gazing at the young woman as her countenance revealed how much good New York had been for her. Lateefah had liked that. All of her old friends deserved to have found some semblance to a happy ending away from this shitty town, but Willow especially and Lateefah was so pleased to see the clear tranquility Willow had managed to find, even if a small part of her felt the bitter sting of envy.

The sudden eruption of energy and shouts made Lateefah blink in surprise, but she didn't focus on it for too long for her phone went off and she pulled it back out to see a message from Lincoln. Snorting because Tee was pretty sure the guy Link was chasing after was probably a conquest or something, Tee sent him a quick response.

To: Legend of Zelda
make it tgi friday. use protection ;D

"I'm just gonna...go take care of something real quick," Lateefah finally said to Willow, who seemed distracted with Tallulah. Tee had never been exceptionally close to the girl, but she at least remembered her. Her friends had hung out with the other girl enough times for her not to just be a nameless face in a sea of former classmates they just so happened to graduate with. "See you later?" She left the question hanging in the air, not even sure if her friend had heard her. Lateefah had already been walking away. Disgusted with the mess that had become of the kitchen, Lateefah wrinkled her nose in displeasure before heading back in the direction she had originally seen Rebecca in.

This wasn't the first time Lateefah would have had to deal with a drunk Rebecca. There had been plenty of nights in the past where Lateefah had to remain the less drunk one for the girl's sake and she never did it grudgingly as she probably would have been ready to let loose on anyone who even thought about harming her Tigger in a vulnerable state. Eventually, she found the girl slumped in the corner, eyes closed, and Lateefah rushed over to crouch by the girl's side. "Don't do this to me," she groaned after a sigh, feeling at the girl's somewhat clammy forehead. Her friend barely even reacted to the touch, which made Tee's smooth brow furrow only slightly in consternation. Obviously, Rebecca was out, but Lateefah used her forefiner and thumb to peel open the girl's eye to see how out of it she was. "Come on, Tigger, really? I am so not in the mood to carry your cute ass outta here tonight." She would, though, if needed. That, however, that she would do grudgingly and she'd make damn sure the other girl knew it the second she was conscious and of her right mind.

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xxx"why should I play this game of pretend?
xxxremembering through a secondhand sorrow
xxxsuch a great son and wonderful friend
xxxoh, don't the tears just pour"

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Willow grinned as Tallulah made her way over. She hated seeing someone by themselves. Especially at a party. And then, suddenly, Tee was gone with hardly any explanation, and a "See you later?" that Willow didn't even get a chance to answer. She raised her eyebrows. "Huh. Guess everyone is in that disappearing mood tonight, huh?" She remarked. She could still remember one of their last... conversations. Which had deteriorated into Willow yelling that she knew nothing about her and Jake's relationship, and storming out. Not her finest moment but... yeah. Maybe they could make it up.

But the atmosphere of the party was starting to change. People were getting drunker, and the guy being dragged out by the football team for spiking drinks had kinda killed the mood a little. It had lost its charm, and Willow was starting to consider leaving. She spotted yet another familiar face. Heather Swan. It had really been a while, so again, she waved, trying to catch her attention and beckon her over.

"If I get enough people around, you can't all abandon me," she teased as she glanced at Tallulah. "So, what have you been up to these days?"

In reality, the party was starting to get a little much for her. She'd already seen a few people passed out, and the uncomfortable atmosphere was doing nothing to settle her nerves. Had she not heard about drinks being spiked, she'd have been tempted to drink, but now that was just making her more worried. It was a little overwhelming, and the option of leaving was starting to seem more and more appealing. So instead she was going to get herself involved in a conversation. If she left now, people would start judging her. So she would stay.

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xxx"all the people i know aren't who they used to be
xxxand if i try to change my life one more day
xxxthere would be nobody else to save
xxxand I can't change into a person I don't wanna be."


It had been more than a while since Tallulah had last seen Willow and it took her a second to even remember what had happened between the two of them. They'd been friends, she supposed, but never close enough to truly confide in each other. Then Jake had come along and everything had kind of just fallen apart...
Tallulah smiled, not letting the negative memories sneak into her mind. Despite everything, it was good to see Willow again. Willow asked what had she been up to and for a fleeting moment, Tallulah wanted to tell her about everything--her mum, the danger they were in, her dad and his threats. But she didn't. Because this was a public place where anyone could hear and she wasn't even that close to Willow.
"Well, I mean, not really that much. I'm studying photography now which is awesome. I feel like I'm the only one that hasn't really changed." She laughed nervously. "It's really weird seeing everyone again after so long."
Tallulah glanced around the room. The energy of the party had gone from 100 to 1 in a matter of minutes and some guy was being dragged away, supposedly for spiking drinks. It was now, not for the first time that night, that Tallulah had been almost proud of herself for throwing her drink into that random guy's face. At least she wasn't drugged up or doing something stupid that she wouldn't even remember tomorrow morning. She recognised a face in the dying crowd. Heather? Another feeling of strangeness washed over Tallulah from seeing these people for the first time in what felt like forever. Maybe she'd finally be able to patch things up with some of them. She wasn't exactly happy with the way that things had been left and with Sarah gone now, all that seemed trivial; easy to fix compared to the tragic death of a undeserving young woman.

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xxx"Welcome to a fabulous
xxxsense of lost self,
xxxacute paranoia,
xxxand emotional trauma."

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The party seemed pretty dead. Were all parties like this? Heather wasn't entirely sure since they weren't really something she frequented. But this wasn't anything like what she saw in the movies. She was expecting energy and loud music. As Heather glanced around, more, she noticed that she may have been more than a little late and was even seeing several people leave. The girl mentally kicked herself. She had spent too much time trying to mentally prepare herself that she almost missed the party entirely.

It wasn't much longer, after making her observations that she noticed someone waving her over. Heather quickly looked around to see if there were perhaps someone else the woman was beckoning to but there was no one else. It wasn't two steps when Heather recognized the person. It was Willow. The girl that Heather considered too cool to associate with a silly nerd.

Sarah had that talent to just pull people of all types towards her. Unfortunately, Heather didn't exactly click with the majority of Sarah's other friends. But, even then, Sarah still managed to make time for Heather.

Heather noticed a red headed girl standing with Willow and sort of recognized her as well. She didn't stand out as much as the others and Heather remembered thinking the girl was probably like herself. Heather remembered going to Tallulah and trying to spark up a conversation in the only way she knew how. Talk about whatever was the latest horror movie or which monster from American folk tales was the scariest. The conversation didn't go well and only seemed to create this awkward air between the two.

And now here it was again. Heather stood in front of the two girls not really knowing what to say. She didn't have that same energy she used to and was much quieter. She had to think of something to make it seemed like she was cool. Or at least passable.

"So, um, some party. A shame, it seems, I've missed most of it." There was a brief silence. Heather sucked at making small talk about things she didn't really care about. "It really sucks that us meeting again was at the cost of a life." Heather gave out a small smirk and realized it must have been a while since she raised the corners of her mouth. "But you know what they say; 'the death of someone only brings their friends and family closer.' I guess that's in the literal sense, for us." Heather's eyes darted between the two. Hoping she didn't say anything stupid and hoping more that she didn't look as nervous as she felt.

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xxx"I never strayed to far from you
xxxForever by your side
xxxNo matter what I was going through?
xxxBut now I never know the things to say to you"

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->Previously in Roseville<-

Benji's hands were oddly still as they lay folded on the surface of the metal table. If this had been five years before, he would be shaking like a leaf. Not this time. After years of keeping his hands still in the midst of a potentially fatal event--like that cave-in in North Carolina--they remained steady even when his insides felt like they had when he was six and rode on the Gravatron at the state fair. There was no way this was about high school. He had been away for years and hadn't sold a thing since. Unless... did Furlough give him up? He never got over Benji leaving the business. Probably never would...

An officer came in, a folder in hand, and sat in the chair opposite Benji. He cleared his throat and said, "Benjamin Thomas. Do you know why you're here, son?" Benji shook his head. It had been less than an hour since he left the airport when police intercepted him getting a coffee at his old place of employment. "No, sir, but I'm sure you're about to tell me." The officer flipped open the folder and slid it over to Benji. Inside were pictures of Sarah, before...and after. He hadn't been back at school for a month after his mother's passing when he received word of Sarah's death-- no. Murder. This is why he was here? "Messages between you and Sarah were found during our investigation. It seems you had a falling out of some sort the last time you were in town."

Benji cleared his throat. "She wanted something from me I could no longer give her. My mother had just died. I was only home long enough to plan and have her funeral." He explained. "Sarah and I were friends in high school. She was one of the sweetest girls I knew. I'd never do anything to hurt her." He looked down at the picture from before her death. It was one from high school. Her hair was pulled up and a smile spread across her face. Her at-the-time-girlfriend was beside her, a forced smile on her face. If he remembered correctly, that girl was very possessive. Went after him a couple times because she was worried he was getting to close to her girlfriend. If they asked Benji, that's who they should've been looking at. "You can even check my schedules. I was in Europe at the time of her death. I have a photo to prove it if you'll let me get it from my bag."

The officer nodded to the one-way window behind him and within a few minutes, the door opened and his backpack was brought it. It had already been thoroughly searched, he was sure, so when he reached in, he didn't bother to be cautious. He pulled out his digital camera and flipped through the photos until he found the one he was looking for. It was a photo from his trip to Austria and time stamped the day of her death. That's a 10 and a half hour flight. Hopefully, it would be enough to convince them of his innocence. The man looked at the photo, mesmerized by the photograph for a moment, and noticed the time stamp. "This could've been altered." he said. Benji, as respectfully as he could, replied, "Not once it's been stamped. I have plenty of photos from the same day--from the same week--that shows I wasn't even in town when Sarah died."


The officer gave him a hard look and then finally waved him off. "Alright," he said, stroking his mustache thoughtfully, "You're free to go."





->Sarah's Memorial Party<-
I shouldn't be here, Benji thought, staring at the building before him. He could hear the bass thumping from inside. It had been years since he'd seen anyone from high school. Since he'd talked to anyone. When he left for school, he purposely let himself fall off the map, afraid that someone would get hurt by the people he was running from. Even now he wondered if that's what happened to Sarah. He took a deep breath, ran his hand through his already tousled hair and took a step towards the doors. Just as his hand met the handle, the door swung open. Two boys with their arms around each other, stumbling and walking side by side. Benji jumped back and out of the way and only as they passed did he recognize them. Lincoln and Lee. Benji opened his mouth to say something to them, but they seemed a tad preoccupied. Besides, they probably hadn't thought anyone had been out here. So instead, he pulled the handle to the front doors and stepped inside.

He was late. He knew that. It took him a long time to talk himself into coming. There was a fully stocked bar it seemed and music pumped through the speakers, rattling the bones in his body. He swore he could feel the beat vibrating through his heart. It was an EDM track, one Sarah could be heard humming as she walked the halls of the school. He sighed, saddened at her loss. They weren't extremely close, but close enough. As his eyes roamed the room he saw a few people he recognized. More specifically he saw Rebecca, Heather, Willow, Tallulah, and Lateefah. He debated walking over and greeting them or going to grab a drink.

In the end, he chose a drink. He walked over to the bar and ordered a scotch on the rocks with a twist. He gave the bartender the money after showing his ID. And took a sip. He hardly noticed the burn anymore. He turned back to the crowd. No one was dancing and no one was laughing. Fitting, he supposed, for a party celebrating the death of someone. Well... it was celebrating the life she had, but it didn't make the atmosphere any more depressing. He straightened his jacket and made his way over to the group of girls, feeling a tad out of place around them, and said, "Hey, guys." He smiled shyly at them and shrugged his shoulders. "How have you all been?" He tucked his free hand into the pocket of his jeans and rubbed absently at the surface of his other's locket.

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xxx"why should I play this game of pretend?
xxxremembering through a secondhand sorrow
xxxsuch a great son and wonderful friend
xxxoh, don't the tears just pour"

x


Willow laughed a little as Tallulah remarked that she was the only one who hadn't really changed. "Tallulah, dear, I'm wearing something I made myself to a party. I don't think I've changed that much either," She remarked lightly. Sure, she'd changed in a lot of ways, but she was still the same person underneath it all, right? "But yeah, it's kinda weird seeing everyone again. Everyone's got all these different things going on but hey, it's a talking point, right?"

She beamed at Heather as she came over. Again, they'd grown apart with all the shit that had been going on in their own lives, but it was good to see her again. "Yeah, it definitely sucks. But, something good came of it. And I think it's what Sarah would have wanted, you know? All of us catching up, seeing old friends, talking about the... well, not the good old days, but the old days," she said, laughing a little. And that was when Benji showed up. Subconsciously, she started twisting one of the rings on her left hand. Things hadn't ended badly as such, but when everything with Jake had kicked off, they'd grown apart. And jesus christ, she'd missed him. She beamed despite herself.

"I'm good, Benji. You? The party's kinda gone a bit dead, I think you just missed some guy getting dragged out by the former football team for spiking drinks. We should go have our own party somewhere else," She remarked, her eyes lighting up a little. She would love to hang out with everyone again, just not... here.

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xxx"I never strayed to far from you
xxxForever by your side
xxxNo matter what I was going through?
xxxBut now I never know the things to say to you"

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As soon as Benji realized what he was doing, standing in front of girls he went to high school with, one he had a history with, he started to feel nervous. Suddenly, he both regretted the and felt grateful for the drink in his hand. It gave him something to calm the nerves, something to center him, but it also would be easy to lose control if he allowed his body too much of it. He ran a hand through his hair, shaking the ends a bit as a means to shake away his worries and smiled. Anyone who knew him would still be able to tell that he was nervous. Thankfully only one person would be able to tell and she seemed unconcerned.

Willow looked the same as she did in high school except maybe a tad more polished. Liked a painting that had been refurbished in a museum. The painting preserved, but shining. And she was in fact shining. There was a sparkle in her eyes and she was beaming. And he had to keep the idea from his mind that she was beaming... because of him.

"I'm... alright, if I'm being honest. My um.." He paused, looking at the other women around her. "My mother passed away not too long ago." He finished. He cleared his throat, smiling once more, the area around his eyes tight with the effort. "But other than that. I guess I'm fine." He looked at the party people around them. Some attempted to dance, most had a red solo cup probably filled with their poison of choice, and even more were standing around, leaning on walls and talking quietly among themselves. "Sarah was by no means a party girl, but she definitely deserves better than this."

He looked back at the girls, his gaze focused on Willow. "I'm up for a more personal party. What did you have in mind?"

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xxx"all the people i know aren't who they used to be
xxxand if i try to change my life one more day
xxxthere would be nobody else to save
xxxand I can't change into a person I don't wanna be."


Tallulah twiddled her necklace between her fingers and anxiety bubbled in her head as she thought about her mum's message. She hoped that she was okay.

After chatting with Willow and Heather for a minute, a boy wandered over to their group. Tallulah stared absentmindedly at him for a moment. He looked kind of nervous... and familiar, but she couldn't place where she knew his face from. He joined the conversation but Tallulah didn't listen as she observed for a while. She hated it when she couldn't remember where she knew someone from. He talked about his mum dying.
Wow, way to kill the mood even more buddy. Wait, Buddy? Is that what Willow called him?
She immediately regretted not paying attention to the others' discussion.

Tallulah gripped her necklace a little harder in frustration. She wanted to go home. All she's wanted to do was go home since she got here. But she couldn't and it fricking sucked.

She looked to Willow as her voice cut through Tallulah's thoughts, asking if they wanted to get out of this place. The familiar boy replied first and Tallulah agreed with him.
"I've been waiting for someone to ask me that all night. Let's go."

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xxxsense of lost self,
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Heather was feeling a little more at east now that the conversation seemed to be going around. Benji then showed up and the girl nodded her head at him as a way of greeting. Heather didn't know him too well but then again she didn't seem to know many people in Sarah's group of friends very well. It was then that the suggestion of going somewhere else was brought up. Upon, Benji asking what Willow had in mind for a place to go Heather spoke up.

"My place is open!" Heather almost immediately regretted how eager she sounded. This was her chance to be one of the "cool" guys. But if she made it sound like she was desperate to fit in then there was a chance at her being made fun of or even taken advantage of. And Heather was too gullible to tell if either were happening in the moment. So she had to play it cool and took a breath before proceeding.

"I mean, my parents are away visiting relatives in Canada and won't be back for a while since me coming back was quite sudden. It's an okay-sized house," The house was a borderline-mansion. Tall ceiling, two stories, and three bathrooms."And there is a small selection of alcohol there." Heather's parents loved to host sophisticated parties and had a portion of a walk in pantry dedicated to all manners of alcohol. From wine to whiskey to light beer. Heather's eyes darted between each of the three she was talking to, awaiting for some answer and praying no one else could hear the sound of her heart thumping in anticipation.

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xxxOh, what a shame that you came here with someone
xxxSo while you're here in my arms
xxxLet's make the most of the night
xxxLike we’re gonna die young

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Rebecca slowly β€œwoke up” rubbing her eyes, which was followed by a killer headache. As Rebecca sat up, before she could even get a feel of her surroundings, she immediately felt sick, like she was going to throw up. Luckily a door down the hall was open and she could see the bathroom, so she quickly ran to it and hunched over the toilet and threw up. Rebecca had had many hangovers in the past, she was no stranger to them. But this didn’t feel like a hangover, this felt like something different, something she had never felt before, something wrong. What the hell happened last night Rebecca thought to herself before throwing up again.

After a couple minutes of being hunched over the toilet, Rebecca’s nausea started to wear off, but the headache just stayed and pounded within her head. Rebecca flushed a toilet a couple times and stood up to wash her hands and face. As Rebecca looked in the mirror of the sink, she tried to recall what happened last night, and whose house she was in. It seemed familiar for some reason, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. And all she could remember from the night before was talking to Tallulah about her being clichΓ© or something.

As Rebecca finished washing her face with some cold water she headed back into the hallway, to try to figure out where she was. β€œUh… Hello? Anyone home?” Rebecca said in a tone just under a shout. She looked around and saw her cardigan and shirt thrown over a chair, luckily she was wearing a tank top under it. Rebecca’s headache quickly gained her focus again, she wanted to get rid of it as soon as she could so she headed down the hall, in hope of the direction of the kitchen, almost tripping over her own heels which were in the middle of the hallway. After she moved them out of the way Rebecca ended up in the kitchen. β€œThank god. Need some water, then to figure out where I am.” Rebecca said rummaging through the fridge.

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xXxBenjixThomas
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xxxlocation: heather's place xxxxxxxxxoutfit: here

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xxx"I never strayed to far from you
xxxForever by your side
xxxNo matter what I was going through?
xxxBut now I never know the things to say to you"

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Benji yawned and rubbed at his eyes, still thick with sleep. "God, it's so bright in my room. What the hell? He thought. As he rolled over, reaching for the covers he must have kicked off in his sleep. When he didn't find them, he opened his eyes to search and froze. The was not in his room. Not at the university or at his childhood home. Where am I? He thought as the last haze of sleep started to lift from his mind as he looked around him. Several familiar faces lay sleeping nearby and the events of the previous night began to come back to him. They had left Sarah's memorial party to do a private celebration somewhere else. If he remembered correctly, Heather's house. Which was way bigger than he had expected it to be. Beside him were multiple cups, bottles, and cans of various alcohols and judging by the taste in his mouth, he had been drinking. Thankfully, it hadn't been too much. He had been in control and he could remember the night before. Best of all, he wasn't hungover.

Which is more than could be said for the person vomiting in the nearby bathroom. He could hear the retching from his place on the couch. He thought about going to investigate, but thought better of it. The last thing he wanted when waking up in a strange place was to have someone walk in while he was loosing his last meal. Instead, he laid back down against the back of the couch and enjoyed the (mostly) quiet morning. Or at least, what he figured was morning. The sun was a little too bright to be sure. For all he knew it was noon. He thought about last night, spending time with Willow again. How... almost natural it felt to be around her even after all these years. To hear the sound of her laugh again... it brought him all the way back.

But for all he knew, there was nothing left there for her like there was for him. He didn't even bother to search the small crowd of sleeping bodies for her peaceful face. Instead, he rose from the couch and went to investigate the noise that has started in the kitchen. He found a thin girl rummaging through the refrigerator. "I don't know what the standard protocol for burglars is, but I don't think rummaging for food is on the list..." He began to say and trailed off as he realized who was standing before him. His mouth went dry and something twisted in his gut. "Rebecca."