The dry-erase board on my door still says "Love Bravely, Elizabeth."

[hermionesviolin]

I left right after Ex Post Papa finished even though people i knew were in the audience and there were refreshments and a question and answer session following. I knew i just needed to leave. The story was over and i didn't want to sit around and chat and hear questions and answers about specifics. Tears are dried on my face and there's a lump in my throat and i just want to be enveloped in warmth and safety but i don't know how.