[ she stares at him for a moment, unsure how to respond to what he's said or his weird energy. the fact that a stranger has caught her out like this, is strange. she's used to people back home thinking she was crazy but that's because they saw all the online bullshit about her and saw her as some sort of psycho killer. sam runs her fingers through her hair and sighs.
maybe it's the buzz from the alcohol or maybe the fact that she actually doesn't mind that weird energy of his on some level. ]
My dead dad... that's who I saw.
[ she says 'dad' like the word leaves a bad taste in her mouth, because it does. she hates it, hates that part of her. hates that he's a part of her. she thought she had moved on from that... but apparently not.
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maybe it's the buzz from the alcohol or maybe the fact that she actually doesn't mind that weird energy of his on some level. ]
My dead dad... that's who I saw.
[ she says 'dad' like the word leaves a bad taste in her mouth, because it does. she hates it, hates that part of her. hates that he's a part of her. she thought she had moved on from that... but apparently not.
she grabs another beer. ]