Room 406, Late afternoon/early evening NFB

[izzyalienqueen]

After stopping by the lobby to meet her secret sibling and then stopping by Peter's to say hello, Isabel returned to her room. Looking at a blank page in her notebook she started writing the letter she'd been putting off for so long.

Dear Alex...

And then she sat and stared at the blank page.

[The door's open. Primarily for soldtoarmenians but open to all.]

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[soldtoarmenians]

Xander, his face a color that might have been better suited to, well, a Mountie uniform, wiped off the board with his sleeve, wrote, then held it up again, not looking directly at her.

//There is no morning. There is only Zul me leaving.//

He cleared and scrawled again, and held the board up over his shoulder as he grabbed his keys from his desk and headed out the door.

//May be back. Someday. Plz feed frog if not.//