@notorious-nicholas .
he’s out of danger means he will be okay, or at least that the possibility stands that he will be alright with only minor difficulties. the world is lighter immediately, but where everyone is hugging everyone and sharing smiles of relief, charlotte is quick to retreat away from the waiting room and out to the chilly air of a night in aspen without a coat and still wearing a ridiculously ellegant party gown. she looks around, squinting as she walked further out, nearly reaching the sidewalk, past the hospital’s front parking lot and lobby, the few benches outside for waiting, too. bringing her hands up to her mouth, together, concave, she blows into them, squeezing them afterwards and folding her arms over her chest.
she shouldn’t feel bad for the things she said. afterall, they’re the truth. isobel had no right to be there and it was all her fault, she was the reason they had to be there, she was the reason logan left and, above all, she was the reason they weren’t a group --a family-- anymore. because she hadn’t cared enough, because she’d been selfish and envious and stupid, now it often seemed they stood all alone. each one of them, individually, against the world, where there had been a luck of fortress before. so why did she feel like she could cry or scream or possibly start hyperventilating? swallowing thickly, the elitist walked back to the entrance and sat on the cold steps, burying her face in her hands, head hanging forward and her neck bent, looking more defeated than ever before.
after a while, she dared look up. up at the sky, grey and bleak. a shaky breath escaped her, lips pressed together so tight she felt they could crack. ‘ fuck sake! ‘ charlotte murmured under her breath and reached for the cigarette pack tucked safely in one of the hidden pockets the dress had (custom made, for her comfort), taking one out. the lighter’s flame trembled as she lit it and took a long drag, her pulse and her head both a mess. as she exhaled, inbetween the smoke, the brunette caught sight of a... familiar but misplaced frame, a frown immediately appearing on her forehead as the figure grew closer. ‘ what are you doing here, nicholas..? ‘ however, her tone lacked that... charlotte montgomery touch, the superiority airs and god complexes.