Kara pushed the door open slowly, reverently, like she was entering a temple, like she might disturb the spirits still lingering there.
Part of her felt guilty for never returning her key. She planned to give it back to Eve plenty of times, but something in her just couldn’t. Now, she was glad she kept it. It made sneaking in that much easier. Not that she wouldn’t have found another way, because this — breaking into Cat’s empty condo
was all she had left, and the only thing worse than losing her completely was knowing she’d never get the chance to say goodbye. Not the way she wanted. Not how she would have if she knew the last time they were together would really be the last.
She kept tabs on her travels at first, tracing her movements on a map each day with her fingers, like they would somehow paint a picture that made sense of her decision to leave. After hearing nothing for weeks, she knew she needed to move on. She was restless in her absence, agitated, and it affected her work. Eventually she became less invested, distracting herself with other things, other people, losing track of exactly where in the world Cat had landed, until that was, news broke of the earthquake in Nepal.
i just got a job on a film for 5 weeks (maybe 8!), my dad’s helping me out bc of my situation (long story, i cant work atm) and has got me in as his intern so it’s not properly paid or anything but it’s how i’ll pay my rent and i don’t care bc i‘ll be on a film set again, i’m so HAPPY (ﾉ^ヮ^)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧
You know when you’ve become an adult as a Hebridean. Its the moment you accept and are thankful that the weather isn’t great here and that the summers dont get too hot because if it did you’d be mobbed with drunken tourists.
Poor Mediterranean countries. Thank you for taking one for the team.