Conversations from the Sims
Caroline stormed into her studio and slammed her chair back against the wall. She dropped down into it and wrapped her arms around herself. She wanted to crawl into a hole and die. She wanted the ground to open up and swallow her. She couldn't believe what had happened!
Taking Erik out had been a HUGE mistake. After swimming they had visited the art gallery. Knowing how much she liked art, it had been Erik's idea. Caroline thought it was sweet that he wanted to take her. So they'd gone. There they had been talking and she wasn't sure what she had said but she'd said something. The next thing she knew Erik was yelling at her in front of, what felt like, a million people. She could feel their eyes, their awful, judging eyes, staring at the pair of them. Caroline had wanted to die. She settled for running out of the museum as fast as she possibly could.
She felt like crying. She was just trying to be a good friend! She knew Erik was hotheaded sometimes, but he knew that she disliked crowds of people. She was sacrificing more than just her little spending cash in taking him out.
Caroline rubbed her hands over her face. The solitude of her studio made her feel a little better. The smell of paint and the sound of her computer gently whirring were familiar and comfortable to her. She reached forward and moved the mouse. The story she'd been working on popped up on the screen. She began tapping at the keys of her keyboard. Each little 'takka takka' making her feel a little bit better, a little safer, a little more normal. She was grateful for that. She didn't have to worry about Erik, or multitudes of strangers. She was safe here in the world she created. She was okay.
