[When she heard the knock on the door, she had briefly considered getting up from the bed. It could be Henry, here to return the bow. It could be someone else entirely, someone seeking to reprimand her in person. She should get up. She had made this post, she should live with the consequences. The consequences of her actions then and actions now.
But it seemed like too much work. To get up from the bed and look away from the journal. To face a room outside of the one she hid in, the one with the familiar trees of home painted on the walls, seemed like too much work right now. She could run into Effie, into Prim.
Her bedroom was on the first floor. And it would be more than easy to spy her sitting on the bed, knees drawn up to her chest.]
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But it seemed like too much work. To get up from the bed and look away from the journal. To face a room outside of the one she hid in, the one with the familiar trees of home painted on the walls, seemed like too much work right now. She could run into Effie, into Prim.
Her bedroom was on the first floor. And it would be more than easy to spy her sitting on the bed, knees drawn up to her chest.]