Post by Holly on Jul 16, 2013 1:33:58 GMT -6
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It didn’t even take much for Evan to run away these days. This time, it had just been a bad break-up. And it wasn’t even hers. Just a friend’s. But, recently, Ev was very easily overwhelmed. Two weeks ago she found herself needing to get out. Run. Move. She just had to leave, and so she did. For two weeks, she’d taken no calls from her friends or parents and remained out of the public eye. It proved calming. Almost. She couldn’t help but remind herself, constantly, about her inevitable return to her regular life in the Capitol.
Ev acted like she always did after her disappearances: as if nothing at all had happened. She had sashayed back into the Capitol with confidence and poise. She’d smiled at the friends she had made over the years and returned their warm greetings. And Evan had turned up at the small, upscale ice cream shop she went to more often that she should. She got the fifty-second out of their hundred-and-one flavors. Next time she would get the fifty-third, and the time before this she got the fifty-first. Evan had gone all the way through the flavors once before, and was halfway there again. This is the single habit she had. Other than this, Evan was wildly unpredictable. Flighty and emotional and unable to be counted upon.
Now, she sat on a bench on the sidewalk of the city circle, halfway done with her ice cream. Evan drew a few stares, as she always did. Her parents were an influential duo and their daughter was a notorious partier with a knack for making her private life public. She, moving slowly as always, ate a small spoonful of ice cream and was taking her sweet time pulling the spoon back out of her mouth when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Without turning around, she smirked to herself and said, ”Now, who could that be?”