>>69862275Oh you want more? Alright, sure.
>She's left with an empty feeling as the days pass. He really seems to have bounced. The spark she'd found light a flame now just gone, again. Now that she knows just how easily it would be for her to find a passion like that again she can't help but pine day-in and day-out.>The wanting thoughts don't stop, either. Dreams and daydreams both of Anon and her shouting, fighting, talking, making up. Any and everything she can imagine. Him representing a change that she so desperately seeks.>A few weeks pass and she gets more and more impatient. Finally deciding she's going to find him. She can't wait any more. It doesn't take long.>Questioning some regulars and the manager she manages to find out he's living nearby. Yet her prodding doesn't go entirely unnoticed.>Fang and Reed both ask her about what's got her so driven, so upset. She waffles and doesn't tell them, attempting to brush it off. They back off but still show some concern, hoping Trish find some peace and relaxes back into the drone of it all.>She waits for the weekend, mustering courage to find her way to Anon's apartment, smack dab in the middle of skin row. Not that she can complain too much, the shared apartment the band stays in isn't but a few blocks away. She knocks roughly on the door and waits.>And waits.>There's no answer and she knocks again. Calling to Anon, warning him she's breaking the door down if he doesn't open up.>A deep sinking feeling starts as the world pauses. The door slowly clicks open to show her Anon. Their eyes meet and she notices an ice in Anon's. Deep set and fearful. The light in them dimmed and distant.>It hurts her. She wanted so badly to see them flare up, light in anger and fury. Welcoming the struggle and argument. All that's left in there is an acceptance.>She refuses that reality. Trish pushes inside, a spooked Anon stumbling backwards as she does so.cont.