[While he's having his moment with the register, she uses her foot to pull the tool belt in toward herself. She can't take the heartbreak she's feeling in that moment and curls in on herself, not about to get up and go over to him when he's just pushed her away. He needs this moment to process, and she-
Well, she's used to comforting herself. It's not a big deal. Her legs pull in close to her chest, and her arms wrap around them, and she buries her face against her knees so she can just cry in peace for a minute.
She had really wanted this, more than she had ever wanted anything.
But the more she cries, the more her sadness and desperation lights a fire within her. As her tears dry, she's left with a burning hot anger that she's never felt before. She can't control it, doesn't know what to do with it. She's silent as she finally climbs to her feet, but is almost trembling with rage.
She doesn't say a word to Johnnie, but looks around the gift shop. There's a tray of lighters on display, and she grabs a handful of them. This stupid place is going to go down in flames for breaking their promise. The cosmic ash is just a scam.
The lighter is ignited and she goes over to light a pile of shirts on fire. Once the top one lights, the rest of the stack quickly follows, then spreads to the others. She goes over to the hanging hoodies and shirts and repeats the same thing. Then sets a shelf of stuffed animals on fire one by one.
That being done, she grabs the tray of vide noir and hurls it out of the gift shop and out into the hallway. There's a stand of golf umbrellas nearby, and she grabs one so she can start breaking whatever she can reach. She screams as she does it, sending shirts on fire flying onto the floor. She's just so angry and has no real way to get it out of her.]
This entire place has to burn, baby.
[It's her only concern when she finally speaks, her voice ice cold.]
And these lighters aren't enough.
[The store is on fire around them, and she stands in the middle of it, looking like she wants to scorch the entire Earth.]
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Well, she's used to comforting herself. It's not a big deal. Her legs pull in close to her chest, and her arms wrap around them, and she buries her face against her knees so she can just cry in peace for a minute.
She had really wanted this, more than she had ever wanted anything.
But the more she cries, the more her sadness and desperation lights a fire within her. As her tears dry, she's left with a burning hot anger that she's never felt before. She can't control it, doesn't know what to do with it. She's silent as she finally climbs to her feet, but is almost trembling with rage.
She doesn't say a word to Johnnie, but looks around the gift shop. There's a tray of lighters on display, and she grabs a handful of them. This stupid place is going to go down in flames for breaking their promise. The cosmic ash is just a scam.
The lighter is ignited and she goes over to light a pile of shirts on fire. Once the top one lights, the rest of the stack quickly follows, then spreads to the others. She goes over to the hanging hoodies and shirts and repeats the same thing. Then sets a shelf of stuffed animals on fire one by one.
That being done, she grabs the tray of vide noir and hurls it out of the gift shop and out into the hallway. There's a stand of golf umbrellas nearby, and she grabs one so she can start breaking whatever she can reach. She screams as she does it, sending shirts on fire flying onto the floor. She's just so angry and has no real way to get it out of her.]
This entire place has to burn, baby.
[It's her only concern when she finally speaks, her voice ice cold.]
And these lighters aren't enough.
[The store is on fire around them, and she stands in the middle of it, looking like she wants to scorch the entire Earth.]