Someone To Cry To || Dead Eyed Angel
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It was also raining in Swynlake, but the cold sensation of the rain barely registered in Sallyâs mind even when her clothes were drenched, hair fully saturated and her skin was soaked.Â
Everything felt so numb.Â
Sally had left Scotland shortly after she had finished crying. With bloodshot eyes and ruddy cheeks she had informed the home nurse that her father had passed and that sheâll return to deal with all the rest: burial, the house and will. She just, she couldnât stay in that moment not when consumed by the cumbersome heaviness of her fatherâs emotions she had drained from him.Â
And so she had returned back to Swynlake but she couldnât go home, she didnât want Panic to see her in this state. Panic was already going through so much. She couldâve gone to Simbaâs but he was also going through some things and so Sally was now knocking on Claudeâs door.Â
When the door opened, Sally at first, didnât know what to say. She was standing there in front of Claude dripping under the pouring rain with a glassy far off look in her eyes and a world of harsh weight resting on her shoulders.Â
âI... I canât go home.âÂ















