Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-44426813-20191202003351/@comment-44327632-20191207025930

Samantha took a couple more deep breaths and nodded, and thought it was nice that he at least asked if she was okay. If it had happened in front of her mom or sister, they would have ignored her, not bothering to check on her. Most of the pain had faded, but she still had a slight headache. She started walking again, thinking of her father, and began to wonder where she would be if he was still there. Probably wouldn't be here, trying to get away from my family, she thought. She remembered the last time she had seen him. She had been arguing with him about something really stupid, and they had been upset with each other. She didn't know if it was the argument or something else that caused him to fade, but she did know that the last time she had seen him, they were mad at each other. That was one of the things she hated most about it. It was bad enough that he had to die, and there was rarely anyone she knew to sympathize with her. But no, what was worse was the fact that her last memory of him was of them fighting. She never got a chance to tell him she loved him one last time, no chance to say goodbye. She tried to hold in the tears, not wanting to shed them in front of these stangers. Her eyes started to water, and as she was blinking them back, one stubborn tear slipped away and slowly slid down her face.

(Ok, sorry that was so long, and sorry I don't really know what I'm doing with my character right now ZD)