Her throat was dry, and scratchy, and above all she just couldn't stop crying. Louisa's eyes were stinging by the time she got to the station, but even whens he was talking, the tears that she thought couldn't come managed to spill out. If there was ever a time when she should have allowed herself to cry, it was then. Even with that in mind she didn't want to. She wanted to sit under in her bed and just stare at the wall for a while. Maybe have something for her throat, wash her hair. Only the last two actually came true despite her efforts. She did not want to cry though. All it did was make everything worse and make her seem weak, and inconvenience her above all. Her words were slurred, and she'd hiccup in the middle of a sentence. Louisa was tired of crying.
One thing Louise was also tired of was talking. That was something she never expected. The girl could usually talk none stop, breathing while words came out, but right then? She would have given anything to not have to just stay silent. Given anything to not worry about saying more than she should have. To only tell what what needed to be shared and keep what she would die with. Maybe write a letter on everything that happened, possibly send it in an email and pretend it never happened after that. But that wasn't possible, she knew she couldn't even pretend it was the moment her parents walked through the door. The only thing she had to be grateful for in that moment was that her siblings seemed to understand that she wanted to just sit. Even Lola didn't say anything. Her parents didn't have that same understanding though. It wasn't that she wasn't glad to see them, God she was glad to see them. It was mostly that they only brought more tears, and made her eyes sting more, and she had to tell everything all over again. She had to keep talking.
After more tears, a sense of comfort, and finally being able to stop telling the story that would ruin her sleep, she got to make the call she really wanted to. She got to call Griffin. It made her feel terrible, and like one of those girls from the movies that would always scream for their boyfriends. But at this point her life was starting to feel like a movie anyway, and if the worst part of all had come true, than this one little detail hardly even mattered. It felt like the phone was ringing for eternity, each one more drawn out than the last. Then finally, just as she was sure he wouldn't pick up, he did. And she heard his voice, and she somehow managed to feel that defining sting in her eyes again.