When: Event Day 1
Where: SAD Room
Closed Starter: @ruairimcallisterx
Lark had been wandering the event like a zombie. He barely wanted to be here, which resulted in him not fully paying attention to the room lineups and their hosts. All he saw was the singles awareness day room (the SAD room) and thought to himself that this was the only place he belonged at this godforsaken retreat. But upon walking in he spotted him and instantly knew he shouldn’t be here. Still somehow, of course, he couldn’t bring himself to turn around. There was something unbearably wrong about this whole scene. Being here together, but not together. Wanting so desperately to run to him and embrace him like they had simply lost track of one another in a crowd as opposed to the tragic reality of the situation. Instead Lark stood frozen by the doorway hopelessly conflicted. This still felt like the place he belonged, more so with Ruairi here, but he wasn’t welcome. “I’m sorry,” he choked out, “I didn’t realize-- I mean-- I forgot you were running this room.” He looked down at his stupid fucking sweatshirt, instantly got embarrassed and crossed his arms over his chest in an attempt to cover the text that read ‘I am sad’. What right did he have to be sad in front of Ruairi? What right did he have to be this much of a mess? “I’ll find somewhere else to go. I know I’m probably the last person you want to see here.”