[Alex can hardly remember how he got to Heather's door, and for a moment before he almost knocks he can't remember for the life of him why he's here, and it scares him--things blur for him. But then it snaps back to him and it's literally a sharp breath in as he clutches his old journal in his hand--
His journal?
... Again. This again.
His frown deepens and he feels the anger build up, entering the heels of his feet, rising up until he turns and throws the book hard into the wall; some of the papers flutter and slide out. He's spent so much time earlier being sad, being hurt, he hasn't allowed the bitterness or anger a place to rest.
...
Right, Heather's inside waiting for him.
She's probably well aware he's there now. Good job, Alex.]
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His journal?
... Again. This again.
His frown deepens and he feels the anger build up, entering the heels of his feet, rising up until he turns and throws the book hard into the wall; some of the papers flutter and slide out. He's spent so much time earlier being sad, being hurt, he hasn't allowed the bitterness or anger a place to rest.
...
Right, Heather's inside waiting for him.
She's probably well aware he's there now. Good job, Alex.]