Katherine was imagining what it would feel like to be loved again, touched gently, protected.
She opened her eyes, vanishing the vision in her head.
She let a few tears fall.
She reached up to angrily wipe them away.
She slammed the bottle of whiskey she was drinking against the wall, it shattered and she sighed.
Katherine was growing tired of being so alone, constantly running and being terrified.
She looked over the mess she had made in her hotel room and grabbed her bag, sliding it onto her shoulder.
She walked down the hall quickly, trying to ignore the rest of the tears that were falling.