Erin had gotten the gift from Chi and for two days it sat on the dresser in her room in the Red Dragon Inn. Next to the faberge egg retrieved from the floorboards of the manner, and in front of the necklace she dared not wear.
And for two days she was unsure what to do with it.
The book could not replace the small black one that she filled with her thoughts and feelings every night. It was too beautiful. But, also, it could not go unused. It had been given to her.
She felt, partially, that the book was an expression of a strange comrodiere. That they were in this messy new start business together. She wanted to just burn her old journal, burn all of her things, move back into the inn and start over.
But that was ridiculous.
And so it sat.
After her fight with Lydia, the letters and thoughts, discussions and confessions to many... Erin knew she needed salvation. A saving grace, a listening ear, a home, a place to just deconstruct.
She could not ask anyone to be that for her. She could not lay it at Chi's feet. That hadn't worked with Sebastian. It was at her own. And how would she tackle such a feat?
The journal.
And so on the third day, she placed it in her bag along with her knitting and various books she was pretending to read. The notebook she designed in and the journal she cried to. And would begin to ruin it's purity with that dark blue pen.
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And for two days she was unsure what to do with it.
The book could not replace the small black one that she filled with her thoughts and feelings every night. It was too beautiful. But, also, it could not go unused. It had been given to her.
She felt, partially, that the book was an expression of a strange comrodiere. That they were in this messy new start business together. She wanted to just burn her old journal, burn all of her things, move back into the inn and start over.
But that was ridiculous.
And so it sat.
After her fight with Lydia, the letters and thoughts, discussions and confessions to many... Erin knew she needed salvation. A saving grace, a listening ear, a home, a place to just deconstruct.
She could not ask anyone to be that for her. She could not lay it at Chi's feet. That hadn't worked with Sebastian. It was at her own. And how would she tackle such a feat?
The journal.
And so on the third day, she placed it in her bag along with her knitting and various books she was pretending to read. The notebook she designed in and the journal she cried to. And would begin to ruin it's purity with that dark blue pen.
http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g249/Laetcya/journal2.jpg