A Friend's Passing and New Beginnings (Peachie and ladyelizabeth)
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				Title: <strong>A Friend's Passing and New Beginnings (Peachie and ladyelizabeth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ladyelizabeth</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 09:48:41</strong>
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				Annabelle didn't believe it was true.&nbsp; She had been standing there through the whole funeral in complete denial.&nbsp; That was at least until it was time to leave.&nbsp; That was when she was crying.&nbsp; They had only meant to take a trip.&nbsp; The car accident wasn't supposed to happen.&nbsp; Her friend dying wasn't supposed to happen.&nbsp; <br><br>She ran her hand up over her cheek absently.&nbsp; She still had scratches and bruises of her own.&nbsp; She closed her eyes a bit and then looked up.&nbsp; She was only one of the two left.&nbsp; She knew her best friend blamed herself.&nbsp; She just had to make sure she stopped.&nbsp; She wrapped her arm around her and then consoled her and whispered "It's not your fault... come on, its time to go". <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Friend's Passing and New Beginnings (Peachie and ladyelizabeth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peachie</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 19:07:55</strong>
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				Stacy's head hung low, tears falling freely from her puffy, swollen eyes. "All my fault..." She kept muttering, shaking her head in denial. The car wreck kept flashing in her head, over and over, a re-run of death. Katy had been in the front seat while Stacy had been driving. She had taken her eyes off the road for one, terrible second, reaching for cigarettes that had fallen under her seat and it had happened. Cringing, she shut her eyes, sobbing uncontrollably now. The grief and guilt overwhelmed Stacy, and she felt as if she was the only one at the funeral. Afterward, her mother and father had left her alone, and she was grateful for that. However, she was <em>all </em> alone, and she couldn't shut the movie off in her head. <br><br>Annabelle's hug came just in time, and she hugged her back, fiercely, crying desperately in her chest. "Yes it was, yes it was," She murmured through hiccups, her chest heaving. "I'm so sorry Annie," Stacy cried, biting her lip. Not letting go, she let her pitiful sobs ease, though not cease altogether. <br><br>Stacy was usually a well put together girl, though today at the funeral she looked terrible. Her brown hair seemed duller today, probably because she hadn't bothered straightening it, and it hung limply around her face. Normally bright brown eyes were hidden behind redness, the swelling making it hard for her to see. Overall, her skin was abnormally pale, and blotches of red had appeared on her cheeks. Wearing a black dress and black tights with black shoes, she did look like she belonged at a funeral, though her outfits normally consisted of bright colors. But today she didn't give a damn what she looked like, all she cared about was her best friend who had been murdered. By her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Friend's Passing and New Beginnings (Peachie and ladyelizabeth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ladyelizabeth</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 19:18:28</strong>
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				Annie shook her head slightly and then just held her friend.&nbsp; She kissed her friends temple soothingly and then spoke "It is not your fault."&nbsp; she knew they would argue about it later.&nbsp; She wouldn't push it in public but she would console and comfort. <br><br>Her own eyes teared again and she laid her head on Stacy's.&nbsp; They were the only ones who knew what happened.&nbsp; They were the only ones there.&nbsp; They knew what it felt like to feel alone in the crowd.&nbsp; She didn't know how they would move on, but she knew they would.&nbsp; One way or another. <br><br>She ran her hand over her friends hair before pulling away slightly "Its time to go"&nbsp; she didn't want to have to drag her friend away but she would if she had to. 
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