you can call me great one

At work, Jaina officially broke things off with John, and even if she thought it was the right thing to do, it hadn't stopped her from having a seriously good cry about it last night. And a little this morning. She was doing pretty okay, though. Maybe she'd known this was coming since the picnic, and it was civil enough that she thought something could be salvaged out of it. Even if it meant she could never listen to the radio again.

Besides the eyes that were still a little puffy, Jaina appeared to be handling it well. She'd gone about her day as normal, doing some training, working, (running a Google search for Bea Arthur, thanks Deadpool), running errands, and finally calling Rose to say that there needed to be ice cream and she should come over.

And then she took a seat on the sofa, really wishing she had a TV or something just so it wouldn't seem so quiet.


[For she who gets to share in ice cream.]

Jaina had never been so happy to get called home. There was really nowhere she wanted to be less than Fandom right now, even if home wasn't exactly happy. At least at home she was nearby if if they got word on any of her missing family members. Because every single one of them was just that. Luke, Mara and Jacen had been off the radar for weeks, and Han and Leia had dropped out of contact- again- sometime over the weekend. As worrisome as it was, it was becoming normal for the Skywalker-Solos.

Her need for escape didn't even come from the weirdness of the weekend. Sure, she'd kissed people she shouldn't have and slept with someone she really shouldn't have, but that's what happened here. It was all so absurd she couldn't really take it seriously, no matter what insanity had taken place.

No, the killer was thinking being just friends with John was going well, only to end up hearing "I still love you so I can't talk to you anymore." She wasn't depressed. No, she'd even woken up pissed off, and in a way it felt good just to be able to be mad about it without worrying about ruining something, since it was too late for that. Logically, she understood his point. But mostly, if any one person could ever make her feel worse than she did now, she never, ever wanted to know about it. Even worse than getting broken up with as friends was the fact that Jaina knew that even if he were to change his mind, she'd hit her limit. She just didn't have the emotional stamina to keep up with what the last six weeks had brought her anymore.

So the door was open while she packed for home, and if she was packing more than usual, there was a part of her that was seriously hoping that she could turn it into an extended break.


[Will be a linkdrop, and door and post are open.]

In short, the time issue just got the better of them. Once Jaina got that voicemail from John last week, she knew things weren't going to work out. Not as long as he was still on fast forward. And really, she was new at this, but it had to be one of the weirdest breakups ever. Maybe it would have been easier if they'd yelled and ruined things forever, but they still loved each other, and it was obvious, and it was already making letting go that much harder. Odd, considering how much time she typically spent pushing people away. Odder was the fact that she didn't want everyone finding out, at least not now. It wasn't exactly something she wanted everyone hearing about on radio.

( cut, because i'm kind at 5 am. but only at 5 am. )


[Door closed, post is open if you're good with the usual SP. Watch totally not randomly stolen without permission.]