Hardly Strong Enough to Keep Dreaming Closed

Katrina finally resolved it within herself that it was time for her to go. She had officially got the most help and advice she had ever experienced in almost three years. The words still swirled mostly meaninglessly in her head. There was a faint feeling that they would be useful later. After all, it wasn't often that Katrina poured her life out to anything but her sketchbook.

Starkey gave her a word of advice for Bridget and she nodded, knowing that even though it didn't sound all too great right now, that it was probably best for her in the long run. There were a few things she did need to talk about with someone that she had more of a past with.

"So," Katrina sighed, "I suppose this would be where I offer a willing ear if you ever need it. I have to thank you for dealing with me and whatever just happened," Katrina was still grasping with the fact that she had just poured everything out, "?I would stick around, but I really should go and, well, regroup? Refocus? Pretend I didn't just spill my guts out to someone?" Katrina hesitated before walking away, "But, any other time, if you need me... I would be glad to repay you,"

Katrina hung around a second before walking away with a the shred of dignity she still had. It was due time for her to journal, or maybe talk to Bridget.