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It is a regular room -- no suite can be found here. Hiro's accomodations are spare; he has piles of comics, yes, books here and there, and the precious tube with the painting for Mr. Linderman near his bed...

...but he's not really looking at any of it; once he's ushered Charlie inside, he takes off his glasses and wipes his eyes.

This is going to be hard.

Date: 2007-04-17 10:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timedeniedme.livejournal.com
Charlie hasn't sad a word. She's silent and distracted; looking at Hiro, but not really seeing him.

Date: 2007-04-17 11:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timedeniedme.livejournal.com
She sits mechanically, eyes staring blankly at her hands in her lap.

Eventually she looks up at Hiro. Her mouth opens, but no sound comes out. She closes it, swallows and tries again, but the look in her eyes says that she doesn't know what to say.

Date: 2007-04-17 11:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timedeniedme.livejournal.com
Somehow Charlie's eyes are dry. There are no tears as she finally sucks in a deep breath and releases a long, shuddering sigh.

"What--" She swallows, "What happened?"

Date: 2007-04-18 12:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timedeniedme.livejournal.com
Charlie's fingers reach up and brush her forehead lightly, "Was it... Did it..." Too many questions, none of which she's sure she wants to know the answers to.

Date: 2007-04-18 10:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timedeniedme.livejournal.com
Charlie's own shudder echoes Hiro's. "But... why? What did I ever do?"

She tried to make peoples' lives better. To spend her last few months giving others the happiness she didn't feel she could have herself.

Date: 2007-04-25 12:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timedeniedme.livejournal.com
"But what about everyone back home?" Charlie's voice cracks and she swallows.

It's odd. She's known she would die suddenly and unexpectedly for years, and she thought she was ready. She never expected to have to face the fact that she wasn't.

Date: 2007-04-25 12:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timedeniedme.livejournal.com
And it hurts. She knows it shouldn't, but it hurts. They remember her, but she's gone and they've moved on. Life without her; turns out it's a lot like life with her.

At the same time, they've moved on. They don't hurt, or at least not too much, and that's a very good thing.

Charlie tries to sob and laugh at the same time, but all she can manage is a hiccup.

Date: 2007-04-25 12:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timedeniedme.livejournal.com
"I'm okay," she lies as the tears flow down her cheeks.

Date: 2007-04-25 11:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timedeniedme.livejournal.com
At his touch she does fly apart. Gentle tears dissolve into sobs as she leans into his hand. She can't seem to get enough air to say anything, but what would she say anyway?

Date: 2007-05-10 01:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timedeniedme.livejournal.com
There's nothing restrained about her tears now. She's sobbing, barely able to breathe and tears pouring down to soak into Hiro's shirt as she buries her face in the top of his shoulder.

The pain was supposed to stop when she died.

Date: 2007-06-27 10:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timedeniedme.livejournal.com
Time stops meaning anything as Charlie sobs herself out. Minutes later, maybe hours later (who can tell?), she's simply too exhausted to do anything but sit with her eyes closed and try to catch her breath.

She does so eventually and she pulls away from Hiro just far enough to look into his eyes. "What," she stops and swallows, "What am I supposed to do now?"

Date: 2007-07-11 12:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timedeniedme.livejournal.com
She nods, swallowing and wiping at her eyes.

Then Charlie freezes, eyes widening to stare at Hiro, "But if you're here, that means..."

Date: 2007-07-13 04:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timedeniedme.livejournal.com
"Okay." Charlie nods, gathering herself. She takes a deep breath and smiles a bit of her old smile.

"So... what does that mean. For..." she trails off. Even now she has a hard time asking about "us".

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