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fandomhigh2005-09-27 05:31 pm
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*And thus, Death wanders into her office, leaving the door open a crack in case anyone wants to talk.
Students, teachers. For therapy, for help, or just for a chat and some scones.*
*... right, there's also a sign on the door!*
ENTIRE SCHOOL:
MY APOLOGIES FOR MY ABSENCE YESTERDAY. THERE WERE MANY THINGS TO ATTEND TO PERSONALLY. IF YOU HAVE ANY CONCERNS WHATSOEVER, OR SIMPLY DESIRE COMPANY, FEEL FREE TO COME IN.
Students, teachers. For therapy, for help, or just for a chat and some scones.*
*... right, there's also a sign on the door!*
MY APOLOGIES FOR MY ABSENCE YESTERDAY. THERE WERE MANY THINGS TO ATTEND TO PERSONALLY. IF YOU HAVE ANY CONCERNS WHATSOEVER, OR SIMPLY DESIRE COMPANY, FEEL FREE TO COME IN.
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Well, I don't know. What's wrong is I'm scared...scared of what? Being alone I guess. The people I love all die...and I can't stop thinking about them. All of them, in my past. I can't let it go.
Yes, that's it. I can't get beyond my life before here. I liked my life before I came here. Since I've been here it's tears and weirdness and zombies.
And I...
*should she tell?*
I'm afraid that everyone that I love dies because of me.