[hr][hr][center][h1][color=00ccff][b][i]Cecily Ashworth[/i][/b][/color][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/9F58z5NN/original.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=00ccff]Location:[/color][/b] Flight UA 2199 (Seat 2B)
[b][color=00ccff]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[/center][hr]	[color=00ccff]"...That's nice, but I don't think that's true,"[/color] Cecily said softly, taking the bandana from Gavin. She knew that she was intending to dry her eyes with it, but instead she just gripped the fabric, on occasion rubbing her thumbs against it and focusing on the texture. It was a calming practice - one her college roommate, William, had often done. He went through stress balls the way some people went through Altoids Mints and had to come up with an alternative. [color=00ccff]"She was going to get married...had just moved to Justice...I don't think she wanted to escape or run away or anything like that..."[/color]

	She hadn't known Natasha very long, but she didn't strike her as the type that would relocate to a new place and then abandon her entire life - especially not the person she loved. She heard the announcement on the intercom and started to pick at her food, having to consciously tell herself [i]eat a little bit - good, now, try to eat a bit more...[/i] It was like how she had to coach herself to go to therapy - put one foot in front of the other, one little step at a time. She doubted that she'd finish her food but at least she would eat something before landing in Chicago - and then Roy would be there and she could crumble into a little ball safely.