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lvpd_sidleAfter two years in the place, Sara feels she knows the corridors as well as anyone else does.
Never expected a bar as my afterlife.
She goes upstairs, wandering down towards her room. She's not thinking about where she is going. Her mind is occupied with other matters, and it's not like the hall has ever changed on her.
Someday, the door will come for me.
Her hand touches the doorknob and it feels the same. Without really looking, she opens it and steps through--
Just once, I wish I had met him. Had coffee. Gone dancing.
But it is not her room.
Why did I have to find him now?
And it is no longer the bar.
[ooc: White text is from different threads.]
Never expected a bar as my afterlife.
She goes upstairs, wandering down towards her room. She's not thinking about where she is going. Her mind is occupied with other matters, and it's not like the hall has ever changed on her.
Someday, the door will come for me.
Her hand touches the doorknob and it feels the same. Without really looking, she opens it and steps through--
Just once, I wish I had met him. Had coffee. Gone dancing.
But it is not her room.
Why did I have to find him now?
And it is no longer the bar.
[ooc: White text is from different threads.]
