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</div><b>Name:</b>Brook Allen<br/><b>Age:</b>21<br/><b>Sexuality:</b>Heterosexual<br/><b>Hometown:</b>Malibu, California<br/><b>Date/Time:</b>Sunday 4th, July 2021 (evening - after recoupling)<br/><b>Location:</b>Villa Backyard |  Fire Pit => Kitchen<br/><b>Wearing:</b>see image<br/><b>Coupled With:</b>no one<br/><b>Tagging:</b>Grace & Danny (<a class="username" data-user-id="2019" data-username="Mellifluous" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2019/">Mellifluous</a>) | Rebeckah (<a class="username" data-user-id="6055" data-username="Dragongoddess" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6055/">Dragongoddess</a>) |  OPEN<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>Side by side, Grace had stood by with Brook the entire time, arms around each other. Brook looked at her a few times and gave her a half smile. The smile was about as much as she could muster until the end when it was all over and Grace left to join Marcus. Before Grace departed and said her final words, Brook gave her one last hug and a thank you. Grace had just earned Big Sister status in Brook's eyes.<br/><br/>Rebeckah had got voted off and Brook felt horrible. Love Island was such a trip. She offered Rebeckah a hug when it was done. She wanted her to know how bad she felt and she got out an "I'm so sorry. This is all just shit. I'm sorry we didn't get to know each other." What else could she say, it was like every cattle call she'd ever been on, an endless line of amazing people come and everyone gets rejected until only one is left standing. Hardly felt fair, because that Becca person didn't even get a chance to know everyone.... So this is what Love Island really feels like. IT was going to be a brutal long summer... or a brutal short one. Maybe ugly and brutal.<br/><br/>Finally, Grace was gone off... Rebeckah had left.... Laura walked away... There it was... Brook was alone in the crowd.. They all started to mull around, Brook left with her arms wrapped tightly around herself. It really wasn't that cold out but she felt like there was no heat left within her. Emptiness. Not really knowing where she was going, Brook roamed aimlessly around the villa. Many people probably ran after Becca and said goodbyes.. others were probably chatting with their couples or what not... but Brook couldn't think and so she walked the villa for a few minutes and lost track of time.<br/><br/>Out of the darkness came, Danny. First Brook saw his white shirt then it began to register who it was. Somewhere into the moment she started to smile, she didn't know when it happened but it just curled up in the corner of her lips and slowly spread across her face as she stared into his beautiful dark eyes. She was in a bit of a brain fog, so only the warm emotions for Danny really registered as he spoke to her and took her hand, leading her away. Danny took her out of the funk, removed her from the darkness to bring her back into the moment of here and now.<br/><br/><i>“Let’s see if we can find something to agree on for dinner.” Flashing her a grin, he tried to put on his best face for the moment, hoping that she was okay after all that had transpired. “We also should talk about the coupling thing. Olivia asked me if I was willing to give us - she and I - a chance. I said I just couldn’t, because I’m interested in you. I still feel like shit, though.” He confessed. “Where do I sleep tonight?” He asked her while he looked in the fridge.</i><br/><br/>He was talking about Olivia and the happiness in her faltered a little. She closed her eyes, trying to compose her thoughts. It was to hard to get clarity in the moment so she rambled a bit.<br/><br/><b>"It's not Olivia's fault,"</b>Brook blurted out softly.<b>"Clearly there's something there or she wouldn't have picked you.... I know I should fight for you but I feel like I've just walked off the metaphorical battle field. I'm not sure, how much fight I have left in me at the moment... So I'll tell you this. I don't want you feeling sorry for me."</b>She sighed, it was coming out to fast and she didn't know how to organize and structure her thoughts. Her hand touched the dragon on her dress, running fingers along it's lines almost meditatively as she leaned up against the kitchen counter.<b>"Let me try that again... I want to be with you. That was remarkable what you did back there. You have no idea what it means to me. Having someone that supports you even when you don't realize you need it is an amazing feeling... This is all just sort of pouring out so I'm sorry if it's weird and disjointed. My thoughts are all over the place. What I know is that I really like you a lot and I want to be with you."</b>Her head was spinning, maybe this was too much, she couldn't tell, her guard was down and the filters were off.<b>"I probably like you too much. So I know we need to take time getting to know each other. But I also know that clearly today shows that there is no time to do it properly. Just got to take big risks and shot my shot. I would have picked you... I want you. As for where do you sleep tonight? Wow, that's a lot to ask me..."</b>She shook her head chuckling a little because she was nervous. "<b>You already know what I want, it's not even a question you have to ask given how stupidly smitten I am with you. But you got to do you.. if you want to get to know her.. then you should. Last thing I want is for you to be with me out of pity or feeling sorry. No one wants that. And one thing I know about this show is that you'll be the one doing the picking next time. So you'll have to get your head straight before that. I'm sorry if I've made that more difficult.. Tonight was weird. I'm not used to fighting for myself. But yeah.. I'm rambling... Not sure where I'm going with all this... How about this?... You know I want you and I'd hold on tight to you if you let me so I can get to know you... but right now. Let's just do the food thing. If that's okay with you? One thing at a time?" </b><br/><br/>Brook pulled out a handful of veg from the fridge, some chicken, and some tortillas.<b>"Maybe let's do chicken quesadillas? Then you can drown yours in spicy salsa and I'll take mine a little milder?"</b>She laughed a little, it was still apprehensive but a little more relaxed.