#designerletter

[idogotmoves]

@designerletter.

      “Man, you only won that ’cause you had Controller 1.” 

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{ ♚ } – After hours and hours of questioning, Emily was finally let out of her interrogation room. She was tired, bandaged, frazzled... she just wanted to be home.

She walked through the police station, her body there but her mind wandering somewhere outside of it. She felt like she should be thinking about a lot of things, feeling a lot of emotions... but she felt nothing. She just felt empty.

As she passed by a row of metal chairs, her eyes caught the sight of a familiar blue. Matt. He was there. He was okay.

She just stands there, not really sure of how to react to anything anymore. Sleep. She needed sleep. “...Matt. Oh god Matt...” What should she even say? Where should she start?

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                       “Sorry about the football earlier. I’m awful at throwing them as you can tell. Softballs are more my thing. How’s your head?” What football is she talking about? Well, when the girls softball team were having practice a football had flown into their side from the boys football team playing. Sam, trying be ever the helpful, had tried throwing it back to the boys only it have it hit one in the head. Can you say yikes. Not a great first meeting, she’ll say, but she’s trying to make amends now.