[As people probably expected, Christine doesn't come to the party. She doesn't leave her room at all, though she leaves her door slightly open.
She was afraid that she wouldn't hear anyone knocking on the door or speaking to her over the sound of her crying, to be fair.
She waits until she's heard the party die down, until everyone goes back to their rooms, that she heads back to the cemetery, quietly as possible, her way lit by a candle and her shoulders once again huddled under Red's cloak.
When she gets there, she surveys the graves, her hand tracing the inscription on each stone in the dark.
She sits there for a while, silent, but after a while, her wobbly voice can be heard:]
Why do my words Always lose their meaning? What I feel What you hear There's such a rift between them You said you can't It won't let you say the words And I just sit here Searching for an answer...
[Her gaze turns up to the sky, as she scrubs fresh tears from her cheeks. At this point, she's sure some director would call her out for getting so over the top, but... she's always felt too much, and she always will, whether or not the subject deserves that.]
If anyone is there, please... I just need an answer. A solution. Something I can do, because... because I can't fail anymore. I don't think I can take that.
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She was afraid that she wouldn't hear anyone knocking on the door or speaking to her over the sound of her crying, to be fair.
She waits until she's heard the party die down, until everyone goes back to their rooms, that she heads back to the cemetery, quietly as possible, her way lit by a candle and her shoulders once again huddled under Red's cloak.
When she gets there, she surveys the graves, her hand tracing the inscription on each stone in the dark.
She sits there for a while, silent, but after a while, her wobbly voice can be heard:]
Why do my words
Always lose their meaning?
What I feel
What you hear
There's such a rift between them
You said you can't
It won't let you say the words
And I just sit here
Searching for an answer...
[Her gaze turns up to the sky, as she scrubs fresh tears from her cheeks. At this point, she's sure some director would call her out for getting so over the top, but... she's always felt too much, and she always will, whether or not the subject deserves that.]
If anyone is there, please... I just need an answer. A solution. Something I can do, because... because I can't fail anymore. I don't think I can take that.