you're { i r r e p l a c a b l e } . donovan
Sept 18, 2012 18:56:46 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2012 18:56:46 GMT -5
don't know what you need ,
When Tiffany heard about Donovan's change of plans, she had been disappointed. He'd been in Los Angeles filming The Impossible Planet while she trudged to work at a run-down theater everyday. Her life wasn't supposed to pan out the way she was settling for. Neal wanted her to accomplish wonderful feats. Working at a theater that was barely skating by financially wasn't accomplishing anything, really. He'd be absolutely ashamed to see her now, crumbled into the ground. Never mind that she had graduated from Princeton that spring and moved to pursue a screenwriting career immediately after graduation. Each day she tied herself to the theater, she was forfeiting another day to become a renowned screenwriter for high-budget films. A large sum of her absentee motivation was her fault alone. After ten years, she thought she'd be far passed her brother's death. Her mother earnestly believed therapy would have abolished her ghosts. If only that was the truth.
Therapy had benefited her in no way whatsoever. Tiffany believed that speaking of Neal's memory had actually pushed back any progress she'd made. Therapists were resistant and intrusive, and no matter how many times Tiffany attempted to dodge a point, they'd shoot the same question at her restated similarly. Her hair color might have misled them to believe the stereotypes of blondes. That was the most probable cause, unfortunately. How gullible did her doctor peg her to be? As an English major, Tiffany was required to know thousands of terms and their plethora of synonyms. Grief was grief no matter what fancy terminology was used in the given context, and Tiffany made sure to call out her therapist for her repetition whenever it occurred. After awhile, she quit asking her questions more than once unless she sensed Tiffany had more to say than she let on. In these instances, Tiffany simply didn't ponder her thoughts at length. She'd perfected the art of listening and responding at an inhumanly rate.
Many were rubbed the wrong way whenever she shot back replies so rapidly. She supposed they had every right to be. Tiffany was the kind of girl who was timid to admit the most miniscule details. For example, her favorite color was pink, but she'd never openly confirm that was so. Only special exceptions were able to plug into exclusive details about her life. Her boyfriend, family, and her best friend were top of the limited list. For example, her fear of heights was a hush-hush secret about her. Anywhere other than the ground completely wigged her out. Flying thousands of feet in an airplane was a huge favor considering her flying phobia, but Donovan was reason enough to face her fear. She'd mostly slept on the plane, and now that the mighty wheels had rolled to a stop at the gate, she stepped into the terminal sporting a long maxi dress. She spotted Donovan almost immediately. At once, a gigantic smile overcame her features. Tiffany rarely smiled so genuinely, but any reaction other than joy would be inappropriate. She hadn't seen Donovan for weeks! "Hey baby," she purred, wrapping her arms around his neck affectionately. "I'm alive!" she added, giggling. She figured he hadn't so soon forgotten their frantic phone conversation before she boarded her flight in New York.
tagged. donovan
words. 547 words
outfit. here
notes. <3 yey tonovan? diffany? doffany? tiffovan? XD
Bitter.Sweet.Sundown. @cautionTherapy had benefited her in no way whatsoever. Tiffany believed that speaking of Neal's memory had actually pushed back any progress she'd made. Therapists were resistant and intrusive, and no matter how many times Tiffany attempted to dodge a point, they'd shoot the same question at her restated similarly. Her hair color might have misled them to believe the stereotypes of blondes. That was the most probable cause, unfortunately. How gullible did her doctor peg her to be? As an English major, Tiffany was required to know thousands of terms and their plethora of synonyms. Grief was grief no matter what fancy terminology was used in the given context, and Tiffany made sure to call out her therapist for her repetition whenever it occurred. After awhile, she quit asking her questions more than once unless she sensed Tiffany had more to say than she let on. In these instances, Tiffany simply didn't ponder her thoughts at length. She'd perfected the art of listening and responding at an inhumanly rate.
Many were rubbed the wrong way whenever she shot back replies so rapidly. She supposed they had every right to be. Tiffany was the kind of girl who was timid to admit the most miniscule details. For example, her favorite color was pink, but she'd never openly confirm that was so. Only special exceptions were able to plug into exclusive details about her life. Her boyfriend, family, and her best friend were top of the limited list. For example, her fear of heights was a hush-hush secret about her. Anywhere other than the ground completely wigged her out. Flying thousands of feet in an airplane was a huge favor considering her flying phobia, but Donovan was reason enough to face her fear. She'd mostly slept on the plane, and now that the mighty wheels had rolled to a stop at the gate, she stepped into the terminal sporting a long maxi dress. She spotted Donovan almost immediately. At once, a gigantic smile overcame her features. Tiffany rarely smiled so genuinely, but any reaction other than joy would be inappropriate. She hadn't seen Donovan for weeks! "Hey baby," she purred, wrapping her arms around his neck affectionately. "I'm alive!" she added, giggling. She figured he hadn't so soon forgotten their frantic phone conversation before she boarded her flight in New York.
tagged. donovan
words. 547 words
outfit. here
notes. <3 yey tonovan? diffany? doffany? tiffovan? XD