Simmons has some personal space issues. Trust me.
( oh my god, i made this so long ago. )
“Enter the survival horror.”
SOME LOVELY HUNNIGAN/DEE-AY ART THAT LIV DREW
(crying because this is the best thing i’ve drawn)
I need to get away. I need to leave.
Ingrid quickly threw her clothes in a suitcase, her eyes filled with tears as she tried to push this all away. She didn’t want tot hik about anything, she just wanted to be gone, dive into something that coud push the pain away.
I’ll have them fax me anything if needed. I just, I can’t be here right now.
She wiped the tears away, but they kept coming back. her eyes burned, her nose stuffed. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.
She was a wreck, a goddamn mess of a woman. A shell of who she was prior to all of this.
Ingrid felt hollow, she had no meaning anymore, nothing to keep her going. Actually, no one. She was alone, lost, wandering hoping to find a cause, something to keep her here but that something was gone. Forever.
She just kept throwing everything in the suitcase, not caring what it was, what it could have brought back to her memories.
She wanted to erase everything from her mind, wipe it all out. Wipe him out, just so she could carry on and have a normal life. Normal wasn’t possible anymore. What could have been considered a normal life had now diminished, gone. It was like a feather floating in the wind.
Ingrid would be on a plane in less than two hours. She would be in Greece in more time than that, but that was beside the point. She was getting out of here, keeping herself distanced from anything that could trigger another breakdown. She needed to keep herself together as best she could.
The phone to her ear as she cried out the words to her Grandmother, trying so hard to explain what she had done the last time she visited and why she was coming back now.
“Grandmama, Πρέπει να ξεφύγουμε. Αυτό το μέρος μου θυμίζει τον τόσο πολύ και δεν μπορώ να το πάρετε.” (i need to get away. this place reminds me so much of him and i can’t take it.) “Δεν μπορείτε να εκτελέσετε, πάντα Ingrid.” (you cannot run forever, ingrid.)
Ingrid knew how right she was, how the woman always knew what to say, but this time, she wasn’t listening. Her mind had taken over, her sorrow and she resorted back to old ways. The only thing she knew was how to run away from everything when it got too bad. What else could she do?
“Μπορείτε να μείνετε για τρεις μήνες, όχι περισσότερο.” (you can stay for three months, no more.)
She wasn’t exactly happy to hear that, hoping her Grandmama would understand, but her Grandmother had always been the one to toughen any of them of. She was hard on them for a reason, but nothing like her mother.
Ingrid appreciated all her Grandmama had done for her over the years, appreciated how she was treated with more respect.
“σας ευχαριστώ, Grandmama.” (thank you, grandmama.)
She wiped the tears away again, hanging up the phone and grabbing anything else needed for her stay.
She was broken inside, she couldn’t think of how to live anymore. What she needed was someone to care for her again, to keep watch on her and make sure everything would be alright.
The ring, it sat on the nightstand, it had sat there for two days. Ingrid didn’t want to touch it, look at it, nothing, but her eyes still kept on it. It was all she had left of him now.
*smiles* Awh, how cute.