Leigh in her cemetery. |
Here's a peek into Leigh's mind, battling over the decision to stay by her old friend or take the chance and make a new one (it's an internal monologue to Elanor).
"Please forgive me, you seem incredibly smart and nice and I am so very lonely and thank you so much for wanting to be my friend even though I’ve been nothing but weird and rude to you and while I would also dearly love to get out of the graves once in a while and repot bulbs with you at your beautiful nursery, and that is not me being sarcastic, it truly would be a relief and a fun way to spend an afternoon, I’m afraid I’ve got this suffocating fear that getting to know you and having fun with you would betray my loyalty to my best and only friend who is gone anyway, and also what if we did become friends and you disappeared, too, and also if I become friends with you it might take away from the attention and care I must ceaselessly give my sister or she will get sick again and die because PS, I am a patron saint of death, so for your own good you should probably avoid contact with me or you’ll never make it out alive, so thanks a ton, but as you can tell I’ve kind of got a full plate of psychosis going on right now, if it ever lets up I will for sure give you a call, how’s that?"