#* natalia

Still doning the costume from the night before, hair and makeup still in place, if not a little messed up, Natalia sat silently before the stone-cold cup of coffee. After being questioned by the police, the masses had swarmed any place that opened their doors to them, going home didn't feel right. Not when Daniela would never go home again. "I still just can't believe it," they'd huddled into a booth with a handful of other people, nobody felt like a stranger and yet, everyone most certainly was, "what kind of... -- I know I've written some fucked up shit, but this is so beyond messed up."

Natalia has been back and forth from the island too many times to count. She's worn the cobbled stones of Rome beneath her feet, existed as a small blip beneath the skyscrapers of New York and felt the chargrin heat of Asia make a home upon her skin; but nothing has ever felt more like home than Marina. Even if she'd always felt a little bit like an outsider - someone looking in through a dirty window. Isabella. It crushes her from the inside out knowing the woman who was once her best friend, is now gone. A name among many; and yet this is the one she feels so deeply. It carves a wound she knows will never heal; for all the things she'd done wrong. Taken Kai's side in the split - held feelings for the man she'd been betrothed to and never sought to mend the distance between them. Nothing would ever be the same, and as she looks out at the lake - still surrounded by crime scene investigators, sans the bodies, the car.... Natalia can't help but feel that they were all drowning with them. "This feels like it's never going to end."

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Somehow, watching it in person was exponentially better than hearing about the ways in which Chase was inevitably turned down. However handsome, everyone had to luck out sometimes, right? Laid atop the parting concrete wall as he played his hand to the nameless blonde girl. Did it matter that she was likely going to end up back in his bed as a last resort for the night? Absolutely not, in fact, it might have made it all the more amusing, if anything. "You're getting better at this, I swear." Her laughter mottled her words into little more than a string of sounds as he wandered back her way, the blonde - nowhere to be seen. "What line did you use this time?"