[There's an instinct to resist -- what if something changes with Chekov? How will she know? At the same time, she lacks the energy to put up a struggle. And there is perhaps a part of her that wants to leave, to be warm and distracted rather than cold and wallowing.]
I can't go back there.
[Not now. Not yet. She'll go wherever he takes her, as long as it's not the beach house. Selfish as it is, she's not ready to face the horror of her friends or the blood in the sand.]
⊕ march 15th, late evening
I can't go back there.
[Not now. Not yet. She'll go wherever he takes her, as long as it's not the beach house. Selfish as it is, she's not ready to face the horror of her friends or the blood in the sand.]