Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24012109-20131214044848/@comment-7497475-20131223235855

The thoughts were still weighing Ange down, but she managed to push them aside enough to hide them. Quickly pulling on her clothes, she ran her hands over Poussière.

''I really am following in your footsteps. So why don't I feel like I am?''

"I wonder what those two are making for breakfast, actually, maybe we should have checked if Carol could cook first."

Flopping back onto her bed, Ange thought about her mother. She sighed, mubbling to herself.

"And you could do everything."

''Fighting, cooking, if you tried you could do it. I never even knew what you did before me, retired. You were always just, there. What can I do without you?''

Lying there, it occurred to her that she was different. In little ways. She was at Beacon, but because she made it here, not because of her mother.

"All that time, I never asked."