( go back in time? fix the past? atone for her sins? successfully wash all the blood off her hands? not so much. but listen, stranger she can open a damn door —
...or could. if it was her door. because tossing her hair in utter frustration when the door again refuses to budge, she catches sight of the small, (previously, once upon a time, before they got old) shiny numbers on the door. it wasn't like she hadn't seen them before, they were kind of obvious, but this time it truly registers that they're not 202, and her face burns. fingers fumble and she drops her card on the carpeted floor to the side of her feet. crap.
and with a quiet, very put upon sigh: ) I'm sorry.
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( go back in time? fix the past? atone for her sins? successfully wash all the blood off her hands? not so much. but listen, stranger she can open a damn door —
...or could. if it was her door. because tossing her hair in utter frustration when the door again refuses to budge, she catches sight of the small, (previously, once upon a time, before they got old) shiny numbers on the door. it wasn't like she hadn't seen them before, they were kind of obvious, but this time it truly registers that they're not 202, and her face burns. fingers fumble and she drops her card on the carpeted floor to the side of her feet. crap.
and with a quiet, very put upon sigh: ) I'm sorry.