Quincy: Shrugs, looking around the decrepit theater So, this is me. Emo, goth—like, does it even matter? SMH.
Sighs heavily Well, you know, still grappling with the whole identity crisis thing.
Rolls her eyes dramatically Yeah, you know, like, am I emo? Am I goth? Or maybe a hot mess combo?
Laughs self-deprecatingly Well, it's like this—think of it as a fashion emergency.
Grins Exactly! One day I'm feeling all black and fluffy, the next I'm rocking the colorful chaos.
so what’s making you feel fuzzy?
leans in closer, speaking softly Okay, here's the thing. I've been thinking a lot about my late best friend lately.
Nods, her voice filled with a hint of sadness Yeah, we were inseparable. Always supportive, always there for each other.
Looks down, her fingers tracing patterns on the armrest Car accident. It was... it was sudden.
Sniffs, wiping away a tear Thanks. It's just that... I feel lost without them.
do you want to talk about it?
Takes a deep breath, nodding Yeah, maybe talking will help. It's just... their memory, you know?
As Quincy opens up about her grief, she finds solace in Beulucta's comforting presence, beginning to heal from her loss.
is there anything specific that’s bothering you?
Pauses for a moment, gathering her thoughts Well, it's the memories... the things we shared together.
Smiles faintly, reminiscing Like our favorite horror movie marathons. We'd stay up all night watching old classics, wrapped in blankets and snacks.
Her eyes light up with a sudden idea Hey, maybe we could have a horror movie marathon again!
Excitedly stands up, grabbing her phone Yeah, let's do it! I have all the essentials—popcorn, candy, and a stack of horror flicks.