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Halie
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Illiyana followed him down the hall. Yet, when they opened the door to the lobby, she froze. There were speckles of blood on the ceiling above the exit. In the corner of her right eye, she could make out that there was a large, bloody mass behind the front desk. She knew that what would be seen could never be unseen. So she didn't look. She kept her eyes trained only on Benjamin.
"Should we be on our way or should we do something for her..?"
She shook her head. Her voice sounded dead to her own ears.
"No. She's not alive, so there's nothing we can do. Let's just get going."
She tried not to dwell upon the fact that the woman was engaged, and that her wedding was supposed to be next month. Or the fact that she'd actually been invited to attend the ceremony. She shoved this out of her head with an almost physical ferocity.
She strode past him, doing her best to keep her composure when she had a suddenly vivid image of her fiance's devastated tears. They'd been high school sweet hearts. Feels a very deep wave of sorrow sweep over her, and swallows to clear the sudden lump in her throat.
She rushed out the door in a rush. She held the door open, her voice a little more snappy then she intends it to be.
"Well?"
Upon glancing at him she catches sight of the receptionist's body, an unrecognizable bloody mass, and quickly snaps her eyes shut before she can take in the details. Her voice is softer when she speaks again.
"I'm a bit jittery right now. Excuse me. This really is a bit much."
"Should we be on our way or should we do something for her..?"
She shook her head. Her voice sounded dead to her own ears.
"No. She's not alive, so there's nothing we can do. Let's just get going."
She tried not to dwell upon the fact that the woman was engaged, and that her wedding was supposed to be next month. Or the fact that she'd actually been invited to attend the ceremony. She shoved this out of her head with an almost physical ferocity.
She strode past him, doing her best to keep her composure when she had a suddenly vivid image of her fiance's devastated tears. They'd been high school sweet hearts. Feels a very deep wave of sorrow sweep over her, and swallows to clear the sudden lump in her throat.
She rushed out the door in a rush. She held the door open, her voice a little more snappy then she intends it to be.
"Well?"
Upon glancing at him she catches sight of the receptionist's body, an unrecognizable bloody mass, and quickly snaps her eyes shut before she can take in the details. Her voice is softer when she speaks again.
"I'm a bit jittery right now. Excuse me. This really is a bit much."