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Post by BB on Aug 5, 2011 21:12:18 GMT -7
Brandy was numb. For all she had done that night, for everything she had seen, she felt like she was nothing more than a walking zombie. She could almost describe it as a dream state, as if her body was moving on it's own and her mind was nothing more than a vast space of nothingness. After she dropped off Holly at Hoyt's she went straight home. At least her body let her do that much.
She pulled up to the duplex, caramel hues focusing on the light still on in the kitchen. She let out a held-in breath as she got out of her car, knowing that Sam had indeed stayed up for her just as he said he would. Her feet felt heavy as she walked to the door, unlocking it and standing in the door way. Once her eyes met Sam's she seemed to lose all strength in her legs and she dropped pathetically to her knees.
She lowered her head, putting her hands on her face as she struggled to say something to him.
"Sam... I'm ... "
How could she even begin to put it into words?
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