Back to a rather drunk Sydney
Lying on the couch Sydney stared up at her ceiling, pretending she could see the stars, counting them like she had as a child. She considered the mess around her. She reached her hand up, pointing a finger and comets into her imaginary sky.
Vaughn. Lauren. The Covenant. Dad. Irina Derevko. Francie. Will. Eric. Dixon. The NS fucking C. Rambaldi. Sloane. Danny. Andrien Lazeray. Sydney huffed audibly when the next thought came to her. Julian Lazeray. Sark. Allison. Noah. Simon. Julia.
Sydney ended her stream of thoughts with that name. She had no desire to strain her mind and try and figure out where the divide lay, what was reality and what was not, who she was and who she wasn't. Besides, she was wayyyyy too drunk. They were all irrelevant anyway. The only word that succeeded in staying in her mind, the only word that reverberated around her head consistently was why. She thought of Eric again and absentmindedly considered how long ago he had actually left.
Sleep. He's tucked up in bed asleep.
It didn't matter anyway. When he was around, which was a lot these days, he managed to convince himself she thought of herself as the Sydney of two years ago. She didn't mind playing the part either, it let her disappear for awhile. He'd been gone too long already, no one else managed to reach that plane of carefree-ness with her.
Jesus! Carefree-ness? Is that even a word Sydney? Drinking away your sorrows girl, real mature.
She considered going to bed.
I won't be sleeping tonight. What's the point?
Instead the young woman lay there. Occasionally bursting into a wry laugh before smiling bitterly and retreating back into her silence, into her mind.
Lying on the couch Sydney stared up at her ceiling, pretending she could see the stars, counting them like she had as a child. She considered the mess around her. She reached her hand up, pointing a finger and comets into her imaginary sky.
Vaughn. Lauren. The Covenant. Dad. Irina Derevko. Francie. Will. Eric. Dixon. The NS fucking C. Rambaldi. Sloane. Danny. Andrien Lazeray. Sydney huffed audibly when the next thought came to her. Julian Lazeray. Sark. Allison. Noah. Simon. Julia.
Sydney ended her stream of thoughts with that name. She had no desire to strain her mind and try and figure out where the divide lay, what was reality and what was not, who she was and who she wasn't. Besides, she was wayyyyy too drunk. They were all irrelevant anyway. The only word that succeeded in staying in her mind, the only word that reverberated around her head consistently was why. She thought of Eric again and absentmindedly considered how long ago he had actually left.
Sleep. He's tucked up in bed asleep.
It didn't matter anyway. When he was around, which was a lot these days, he managed to convince himself she thought of herself as the Sydney of two years ago. She didn't mind playing the part either, it let her disappear for awhile. He'd been gone too long already, no one else managed to reach that plane of carefree-ness with her.
Jesus! Carefree-ness? Is that even a word Sydney? Drinking away your sorrows girl, real mature.
She considered going to bed.
I won't be sleeping tonight. What's the point?
Instead the young woman lay there. Occasionally bursting into a wry laugh before smiling bitterly and retreating back into her silence, into her mind.