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Post by Emily James on Jun 9, 2008 20:14:20 GMT -5
Emily sat away from the ocean, but was staring at it. She was a little bit detached from everyone. By now, she was hoping to have been in LA, dropped her stuff off at her apartment, and had at least visited Edward for ten minutes. Chances are it would've been longer than that. She would've told him all about her trip, how much she loved him.
She refused to accept what her family said. That she should start dating again. That she shouldn't cling on to him so much. That if she kept staying so close to him, it would only hurt her worse when he died or his family decided to take him off life support. Emily didn't care what they thought when it came to the topic of Edward. His family visited him just as often and cared just as much about him as she did. Nothing her family could say or do could stop her from loving him.
People were doing some things on the beach. There were some fires going; some people sat around them as it was cooling off. Others were handing out airplane meals. Some were already talking to others, forging friendships or whatever. Emily continued to stare out at the ocean, letting the waves move her thoughts along.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jun 9, 2008 20:17:45 GMT -5
Skinner sighed, massaging her face with vigor as she walked down the beach. She couldn't' get away from the thoughts, and every where she turned someone was annoyingly prodding at her. She zipped up her jacket, feeling the cold press against her body and she shivered, biting her lip. She glanced around the beach, and saw a young woman, around her age, that looked about as distressed as she was.
"Hello," Skinner said softly, walking up. She looked at the waves pushing and pulling and sighed softly. "You mind if I sit?"
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Post by Emily James on Jun 9, 2008 20:22:35 GMT -5
Emily glanced up at the young woman for a moment and back at the ocean again. "No, not at all," she murmured absently. They might be around the same age, she figured. Her mind didn't stay on the topic very long. Emily was also thinking about going through luggage the next day and finding hers and maybe her carry on bag. Those would be huge comforts in this strange and awkward time. Emily couldn't even remember the plane crashing or anything. When the turbulence started, she'd merely shut her eyes, intending to fall asleep. When she woke up, it was face down in the sand with a cut or two on her forehead and her right wrist aching.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jun 9, 2008 20:25:13 GMT -5
Skinner nodded and sat, wrapping her arms around her knees and pulling them close to her. She looked at the woman from the corner of her eye, then back to the sunset. She sat, thinking about everything that had happened int eh short span of time from her confrontation with Erik and then on that beach. It was as if she wasn't meant to get back to the real world, and that wbothered her. She sighed softly, biting her lip before speaking.
"I'm Skinner. Skinner Jones," she introduced herself softly.
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Post by Emily James on Jun 9, 2008 20:31:37 GMT -5
"Emily James," she replied. Emily found it hard to take her eyes off of the ocean. It almost made it like home. Almost being the operative word. Skinner was a different name. The thought popped into her mind briefly before thinking back to other things. Why weren't they being rescued yet? Shouldn't they have known that the plane crashed the minute they went down? That didn't make sense to her. She also wondered about how things were at the hospital. How many babies were born while she was gone? Were they all in good health? Emily wasn't sure why she was thinking about hat, but she was.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jun 9, 2008 20:36:27 GMT -5
Skinner nodded and looked over at the girl, noticing a distracted air about her. Skinner sighed, knowing it was probaly none of her business, but she felt compelled to ask. Even if Emily blew her off, Skinner at least tried.
"Are you alright?" she asked softly, biting her lip a tad. "I mean, it's not any of my business but you just look distant. A lot like how I feel." She chuckled once, but without humor.
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Post by Emily James on Jun 9, 2008 20:45:41 GMT -5
"Are you alright?" she asked softly, biting her lip a tad. "I mean, it's not any of my business but you just look distant. A lot like how I feel." She chuckled once, but without humor.
"Sorry. I guess I tend to do that a lot," Emily admitted, tearing herself away from the ocean and her thoughts. "I was thinking about my..." she stopped short of saying boyfriend. "...my..." Once again, she stopped herself, this time from saying ex-boyfriend. "...my Edward," she finally decided. Emily wasn't sure anymore what they were. After all, she hadn't heard a word from him in seven years. How could she be sure if they were still boyfriend-girlfriend or if they weren't together? Would Edward want it that way - them to still be together?
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jun 9, 2008 20:49:00 GMT -5
"Oh," Skinner said softly. She bit her lip, almost tearing at the thoughts, making them glance back to Erik. She subconsciously shifted, her jacket, covering more of her bruises.
"If you don't mind me asking, what happened?" she asked after a moment, her emerald eyes curious and sincere. "And fair warning, btu I'm no good at the girly stuff. Not since a while back. I've got all the compassion but dunno what the h*ll to say." She smiled a bit, hoping to open Emily up to her a bit more.
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Post by Emily James on Jun 9, 2008 20:58:54 GMT -5
"If you don't mind me asking, what happened?" she asked after a moment, her emerald eyes curious and sincere. "And fair warning, but I'm no good at the girly stuff. Not since a while back. I've got all the compassion but dunno what the h*ll to say." She smiled a bit, hoping to open Emily up to her a bit more.
Emily laughed a little. "That's all right," she assured her. "I don't get into it much anymore...but...it was seven years ago, I was seventeen, Edward eighteen. We were going to see a movie after dinner and were stopped at a stoplight." Emily sighed a little before continuing. "A drunk driver hit the car...the guy who hit us died there...while they were trying to get Edward out of the car...I was sitting there, watching, while the EMTs tried to get me to relax. ..he's been in a coma for the last seven years," she concluded.
It wasn't as hard as she had thought it would be. Emily rarely told the story anymore, but it was always on her mind. It was a good night if she didn't relive that night in her dreams. Emily didn't see a point in not talking about it if she was always thinking about it. Sort of like therapy...just one step at a time...one small, baby step at a time.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jun 9, 2008 21:04:39 GMT -5
Skinner nodded and sighed softly. She thought for a moment, thinking of something...anything to say. She bit her lip, her thoughts drifting back to her own issues.
"Well at least you know that Edward loves you. You know? At least he's not..." she stopped, biting her lip. At least he's not abusive. At least he's not a total *ss. At least he's not Erik. All those things she wanted to say, but didnt' her neck strangely itching now but she kept from scratching at it.
"And I'm sorry. Is he out of it yet or not?" she asked carefully, trying to dodge her own thoughts.
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Post by Emily James on Jun 9, 2008 21:11:33 GMT -5
"And I'm sorry. Is he out of it yet or not?" she asked carefully, trying to dodge her own thoughts.
"Unless something happened today while we were on the flight or after we crashed, he's not out of it," Emily didn't have a problem keeping her mind focused on the here and now at the moment. "I can only hope he still loves me," she tacked on the end, almost a whisper.
"What about you? Did you live in Australia or were you visiting...?" she asked. Emily was suddenly interested in their conversation. She shifted her sitting position a little, facing Skinner more, hoping that it came off that she really wanted to talk.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jun 9, 2008 21:16:16 GMT -5
Skinner frowned a bit, nodding at the news. She sighed softly, but took her hand and touched Emily's, somethign she didn't normally do. "I'm sure he does. He's stupid if he doesn't."
She smiled a bit, then looked down, biting her lip relentlessly. "Yeah. I moved to Sydney after highschool for a study abroad program. I'm coming back to LA though. Finishing up my medical school and such." And getting away from pasts? Of course.
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Post by Emily James on Jun 9, 2008 21:26:14 GMT -5
"Yeah. I moved to Sydney after high school for a study abroad program. I'm coming back to LA though. Finishing up my medical school and such."
Emily's mind jumped at the words medical school. "Medical school!" she exclaimed. "That's awesome. It's good to see people in medicine." Emily was excited now. They had something in common. "I'm a nurse in LA," she explained. The fact that it was at the same hospital Edward was at wasn't really relevant. Emily loved hearing about other people in the medical field. It made her feel more connected to the earth. "What field are you going into?"
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jun 9, 2008 21:31:59 GMT -5
Skinner chuckled at her reaction and smiled a bit, glad to find a fellow medical profession pursuer.
"Pediatrician," she answered, tugging her knees closer. She'd always wanted to be a pediatrician, ever since she was little. It was one of those things that you just knew. She just knew she wanted to be a pediatrician. And the thoughts made her drift to Erik again. He'd been so proud when she graduated, at least he said he was. 'You make me so proud to call you my girlfriend,' he'd once said. What a load of crock.
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Post by Emily James on Jun 9, 2008 21:37:03 GMT -5
"Working with little kids is the best," Emily smiled, thinking of her job. "I'm working in the neonatal wing right now. It's always great to go in and see the faces of children waiting for you." That was one reason Emily loved her job. She loved being around babies. Seeing them all sweet and innocent before they grew up. Emily was always happy when she went into work. "It's a great field, though. The world's running out of people in the profession."
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