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Cynthia Wood Loving Daughter 19 Years Young 1939 - 1958 I've been dead for 56 years, but I try to not let it get me down

[cravinghuman-blog]

Good evening.

[cynthiawood]

Something tells me you don't find it very "good".

[dashinghelpers-deactivated20190]

[eljohnston]

Something like that.

[cynthiawood]

Not like I have any plans.  I'll be there.

[eljohnston]

Hey wait, you’re  a human being…would you be interested in this event some girl and I are having for Valentine’s Day? 

[cynthiawood]

Like a party? 

[eljohnston]

I don’t know, months are pretty great. All the holidays that come with them.

Nice distraction from overbearing heat and fucking tasteless drinks.

[cynthiawood]

Man, I don't know the last time I celebrated a holiday.

[eljohnston]

You people are so blessed to have me in your after lives then.

[cynthiawood]

I guess so.

You'll find that time doesn't really matter here though.  You'll probably loose track of it eventually too. 

[eljohnston]

It’s the second of February.

[cynthiawood]

Is it?  I guess I just lost track of time..like 40 years ago.

[cynthiawood]

Is it bad that I had no idea it was February?  To be honest I didn't even know we had started a new year..

[aliceinnowhere]

Good for the soul|Cynthia & Alice.

[aliceinnowhere]

Alice stood up when she heard the knock at the door, eagerly crossing the few steps it took and opening it wide. She smiled at her friend, the sole idea of calling her her friend came so easily now that it made Alice forget sometimes what she had done to be here, her entire past. She stepped aside so that Cynthia could walk in before closing the door. The sky was now beginning to turn darker than before, she reluctantly still expected a thousand luminous dots to paint it, to light the way for other girls like her. But no, there would be no stars in this sky it seemed, ever. 

"Hey you." she greeted her, plopping down on one of the cushions. Alice didn’t have anywhere other than the cushions to sit in her living room because she preferred the floor, besides, it wasn’t like there were many commodities in Nowhere in the first place. "How have you been?" She wondered, honestly wanting to know how Cynthia had been dealing with everything. It had been hard on her to see her funeral and she figured it had been even harder if not more on everyone else. Alice was good at picking up her own broken pieces, had become more than accustomed to doing so but she had never met a group of people that might be as broken as her. 

[cynthiawood]

Alice smiled as the door swung open and Cynthia smiled back, she was glad that Alice was as excited as she was.  It felt nice to think that someone was glad to see her.  Her life in Nowhere- if you could even call it that- was rather lonely.  It was nice to finally have someone to go to, someone who wanted her to come.  She hadn't felt that since Harry, it was a feeling she desperately missed.  

"Hi."  She said with a smile.  Alice sat down on a cushion on the floor, and Cynthia joined her.  No one in Nowhere really had furniture, sometimes there was stuff in the junk shop, but it was hard to come by.  Cynthia had managed to snag a few things like a table, a mattress, and a few bean bag chairs that she usually sat on, but she didn't mind sitting on the cushion, she would have sat directly on the floor.

"I've been- alright.  I took some time off work, just to mope I guess.  Maybe it wasn't the best idea, I just didn't want to talk to anyone, you know?  Everyone is asking everyone if they had see in it too, I was just tired of answering."

[aliceinnowhere]

Good for the soul|Cynthia & Alice.

The sky was beginning to settle down into a blooming dark color. It was not exactly black, not quite terrible enough to be called so. Again, there was no sunset. She didn’t know why she still expected one to happen. Why she expected for the oranges and pinks to somehow one day come to life, painting a portrait similar to the one’s she had in her kitchen. She could always be found there at this time of the day, sitting next to her window. This day, however, was not like any of the others. She had made plans with Cynthia, something old and cliche that neither of them had ever experienced: a slumber party. They would have called it a sleepover but that would have felt more like a sick joke than something to be enjoyed. 

Alice had gathered various pillows of the largest size she could find and put them all on her living room floor. She had also managed to rummage through the junk store long enough to find a few things that seemed like hair accessories from the eighties. Cynthia had told her she’d found a few magazines since she had started working in the junk store which she would be bringing along. Thus, Alice waited patiently, a sort of thrill that she hadn’t felt in a while filling her up. She knew this would be good, especially after such a traumatic experience, to have some cliche fun. 

[cynthiawood]

Cynthia scurried around her house trying to find things to take to Alice's place.  She didn't know why she was so jittery, she figured it was more excitement than nerves, she wasn't nervous around Alice anymore, in fact, she was anything but.  She felt like Alice was the only person she could really talk to, especially after their phone call.  They had planned a slumber party.  Cynthia had never been to one.  She had a few friends growing up, but she hung our with them increasingly less as her affection for Harry grew, and always ditched them if it meant Harry and her could sneak in some time together, which often meant she was left out of the fun.  She never minded of course, but now that she had the chance, she was thrilled.

She grabbed the magazines she promised she would bring.  She had flipped through them but didn't understand most of them.  She figured Alice might be able to explain who some of the people were, and why people cared if they were pregnant or had surgery.  Cynthia stuffed everything in a canvas bag along with her favorite pillow and a thin fleece blanket that kept her as warm as possible during the night.  She ran out the door and took that fastest route to Alice's that she knew of.  As soon as she arrived, she knocked eagerly on the door, ready to experience the traditions of the teenage girl.

[scott-rutherford-deactivated201]

Is it sad that my only accomplishment here...

Is beating my Snake highscore?

[cynthiawood]

Not at all.  It's quite an addicting game.

[misspaisleygrace-deactivated201]

I’m sorry, love. I know that it’s hard, but it’ll get easier.

[cynthiawood]

Did you see yours too?

[misspaisleygrace-deactivated201]

What’s wrong, love?

[cynthiawood]

I saw it, I saw e-everything.  Just like everyone else.

[marion-coffey]

Hey, listen, everything is going to be okay.

[cynthiawood]

Did- you s-see it too?

[tracynumbuhthree]

As you should be. 

[cynthiawood]

Whatever man.

[tracynumbuhthree]

I might cry.

[cynthiawood]

I'm so very sorry.

[tracynumbuhthree]

Only on occasion. Some people are actually quite fond of me.

[cynthiawood]

Well as of now I'm not one of them.