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The metal underneath Wanda's feet creaked softly as she made her away along the fire escape but she ignored it. The noise from the city below and around her didn't distract her either as she knelt next to the closed window.
She probably could have gone in through the front door but she hadn't felt like it. A sharp tug on the window sill had it open and then she was inside, sliding it quietly shut behind her.
Wanda stood unmoving in the darkened apartment for a moment, breathing it all in, before she felt her way along to a light source. She winced when she turned it on and squinted around.
She hadn't spent as much time in Mark's place as she had in Amanda's or Sofia's but she'd been in there a few times, enough to know her way around the apartment.
The quiet hurt and she rubbed a hand along her breast bone as she padded around the living room, almost prowling. She wasn't sure what she was looking for, exactly, but the need to find it had driven her from her scotch and out her own window to seek it out.
Ignoring the CDs, DVDs and post-it notes littered about, she hunted along shelves and on flat surfaces, ignoring drawers and anything she had to open. Wanda hesitated on the entrance to his room before veering off, certain that even now - especially now - there was nothing she wanted to see in there.
Eventually she found it. It was nestled on one of his desks, next to his computer monitor and one of many. Her fingers trailed over cold metal and glass, faces staring up at her with expressions captured forever in an instant. Several were from the Christmas that they were all trapped together - Amanda and Mark making faces at the camera; for some bizarre reason a plate of brownies; Marie-Ange glaring at the camera with Mark dancing in the background...
And, finally, one of Wanda giving Mark an amused look as he leaned over her shoulder to take an oddly angled picture of the two of them, both looking quite hungover but...happy. Content for the moment.
Wanda picked up the picture and made her way over to the couch, blaming the drink in her system for making her stagger. She landed on the cushion heavily, the picture dangling from one hand between her legs while she leaned her head on the other, long fingers splayed across her eyes.
As the city's cacophony rose and fell in waves outside the apartment, she cried and for a time it filled the unnatural quiet of Mark's apartment.
The metal underneath Wanda's feet creaked softly as she made her away along the fire escape but she ignored it. The noise from the city below and around her didn't distract her either as she knelt next to the closed window.
She probably could have gone in through the front door but she hadn't felt like it. A sharp tug on the window sill had it open and then she was inside, sliding it quietly shut behind her.
Wanda stood unmoving in the darkened apartment for a moment, breathing it all in, before she felt her way along to a light source. She winced when she turned it on and squinted around.
She hadn't spent as much time in Mark's place as she had in Amanda's or Sofia's but she'd been in there a few times, enough to know her way around the apartment.
The quiet hurt and she rubbed a hand along her breast bone as she padded around the living room, almost prowling. She wasn't sure what she was looking for, exactly, but the need to find it had driven her from her scotch and out her own window to seek it out.
Ignoring the CDs, DVDs and post-it notes littered about, she hunted along shelves and on flat surfaces, ignoring drawers and anything she had to open. Wanda hesitated on the entrance to his room before veering off, certain that even now - especially now - there was nothing she wanted to see in there.
Eventually she found it. It was nestled on one of his desks, next to his computer monitor and one of many. Her fingers trailed over cold metal and glass, faces staring up at her with expressions captured forever in an instant. Several were from the Christmas that they were all trapped together - Amanda and Mark making faces at the camera; for some bizarre reason a plate of brownies; Marie-Ange glaring at the camera with Mark dancing in the background...
And, finally, one of Wanda giving Mark an amused look as he leaned over her shoulder to take an oddly angled picture of the two of them, both looking quite hungover but...happy. Content for the moment.
Wanda picked up the picture and made her way over to the couch, blaming the drink in her system for making her stagger. She landed on the cushion heavily, the picture dangling from one hand between her legs while she leaned her head on the other, long fingers splayed across her eyes.
As the city's cacophony rose and fell in waves outside the apartment, she cried and for a time it filled the unnatural quiet of Mark's apartment.
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