Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31595069-20170602072721/@comment-31749612-20170603055535

Whiskey put one hand on his mouth as he closed the journal.

''The tears stopped as he gulped hard... "I was about to run after her...." He thought as he slowly stood up, hands shaking.''

''He gripped the journal tightly as he stepped out of the room and slammed the door louder than last time. He then started walking to the cafeteria... Eventually reaching it and sitting on the chair across from the Curt.''

''He stared at Curt for a moment... Curt could definitely tell something had just happened... Something very bad. Whiskey stayed silent as he sat there.''

(Seems like Elizabeth's metal capacity has snapped... Join Whiskey in the emotionally broken club.....)