<hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/wsXZDwW.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Heather Donald, "Highlights" (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12949159#msg12949159)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Rogue/Highlights Dorm Room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 9th 2:00 am (night of the 8th)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rogue<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Heather is trying desparately not to cry as she collapses to the floor against the door. Her mind is running wild, and it's overwhelming her completely. She has 1 RED bracelet on around her wrist (http://i.imgur.com/CWYbDIv.jpg)<br/><strong>wearing:</strong>Adorable pajamas (http://i.imgur.com/Xam3gV1.jpg)<br/><hr/><em>‘I’ll be out of your hair in a few hours?’</em>That had absolutely devastated Heather. If Rogue wanted her to be quiet, that did the trick. The tears started to form instantly.<em>‘That wasn’t what I wanted to hear.’</em>Her breathing changed. She covered her mouth hoping to hide any sounds of her forming weeps. She wasn’t making a sob or a sniffle yet. She had squeaked once, but it wasn’t much to go off for anyone, even the most important person in the world to her. Her head leaned back against the flat hard wood of the door, and she wished desperately for a power that was more useful,<em>‘what good are healing hands if she doesn’t even want them…’</em>Her body was shivering, she was cold for no reason. It was warm in the room, and she was well clothed. The trauma rang through her body as the guilt completely overwhelmed her.<br/><br/>Her back was still against the door, her ass against the doorknob. She pushed back against it. It was painful, so she dug deeper and pressed harder to give her mind something else to focus on. She had her other hand to her mouth now, if only just to give the other one some solidarity.<em>‘How did this happen?’ </em>Heather had been doing so good. She barely even remembered the night leading up to the sex with Kitty. They’d been a little buzzed, but they were far from drunk.<br/><br/>She had listened to Rogue, and she could understand why her girlfriend wanted to be left alone.<em>‘Is she my girlfriend still? Ex girlfriend? Never girlfriend?’ </em>Heather’s hands had migrated from her mouth to the sides of her head. Nothing made sense any more and she wasn’t used to having this much going on in her thoughts.<em>‘She’s probably disgusted by me…’</em>The golden beam of happiness that was Highlights was rarely ever seen with a sour look on her face. Tears were not becoming of her, and because of her outlandish joyful nature, when she did cry, it seemed like a tragedy had befallen the community.<br/><br/>Heather wanted to talk badly, but she could only press her body against the doorknob, and sink into the pain. Her knees were too weak to hold her up. She was lowering downward against her will, down to the floor, just like they’d been the day the two of them had first discussed Heather’s missing bracelets. She was forgetting every thought as the next one stampeded through her brain. She was so accustomed to thinking outloud, that forming the words were, hearing responses, and feeling emotions were how she remembered things. She was bottling everything up because Rogue had asked to be left alone.<br/><br/>As her body slid down the door, she tried to be as quiet as she could, but she forced the knob to dig into her back as she lowered, again, for pain to focus on instead of her thoughts. The goal to be quiet wasn't perfectly crafted. The knob rattled and clanked as she crushed her bones and muscles against it. Nothing was helping.<em> ‘What do I do?’ </em>The tears in her eyes were threatening to fall. She couldn’t let herself become a blubbering mess again. She had to stay strong, patient, and held together for her Rogue. She wanted this to work so badly, but she was convinced in that moment as her buttocks set down against the floor, her knees to her chest, cold on the floor in the dark, listening to the sound of Rogue try and sleep; she was convinced that<em>it</em>was over.<br/><br/><em>‘I’m going to have to move out. I can’t live with her like this.’</em>She wanted to cry so badly, or leave, or take a shower, or talk to Rogue, or cuddle with Rogue, or heal Rogue if her baby was hurt. She wanted to make things better, or if that wasn’t possible. She wanted to move on. But, she’d done the nasty deed. She needed to face the music.<em>‘I cheated on her…’</em><br/><br/>There was one thing that Rouge had said in bed without looking at Heather, without acknowledging the elephant in the room, it was eating away at Heather, she was starting to shake with the pain in her mind. And she had to say it out loud. Every other option seemed like it would only make the chaos worse.<br/><br/><strong>“I know you’re not fine…” </strong>The sadness could not be contained, her voice was trembling. It took every ounce of strength not to break down completely. A whimper or two squeaked out from her throat as she did her best to finish her thought.<strong>“You’re hurt.”</strong>Heather knew the truth, people don’t get better from Rogue’s injuries so quickly.<br/><br/>Saying two sentences wasn’t helping Rogue sleep, but neither was letting an injured person lie in bed suffering, when they didn’t have to be. If Heather could heal Rogue, it would be a lot easier to rest, even if she would probably be juiced up from the connection, and uninterested in sleeping at all. She wanted to help so badly, it was impossible to imagine herself abandoning Rogue. Leaving her roommate alone was the most selfish and easy way out, laying down and listening to Rogue whimper in her sleep all night would have been the 2nd most dignifying decision that Highlights could think of. Sitting on the floor and crying was a solid plan C at the moment.<br/><br/>She was absolutely tilted and distanced.  The Tears wanted out badly, and the thoughts in her mind were the rain causing the river to crest. She did her best to calm herself with mantras of<em> 'Everything will be alright,'</em>but wasn't helping much. Introspection was odd coming from her. The only time Heather wasn't talking was when she was in close, and that was only because she was specifically instructed not to for any reason.<em>‘Just don’t cry, Heather. Don’t be a baby. Be a big girl.’</em>Childhood memories were starting to flood into her now to keep her focused. She still wasn’t crying outwardly.