Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20200203181032/@comment-5583506-20200212225313

Evangeline returned to the small room she had claimed as her own, sitting down on the bed. Her head ached. She felt stupid. She had not even had a chance to speak to him the moment he had woken up, and now she would be separated from him. It felt horrible. All those nights she had stayed by the side of his sickbed, wishing for him to wake up, longing for a moment in which they could just talk at lengths with each other. A moment that never seemed to come true.

She did not have much to pack. Spare ammunition, some extra clothing, a small repair kit for her Pip-Boy, water and basic provision. The only thing that did not fit into her package was her unrequitted love. A heavy burden to carry, and one better left at home.