[ Her jaws clench, muscles tensing in an attempt to hold back, hold herself in. Because she fears that the moment she lets go, there would be nothing left of her but the pain and the sorrow that would inevitably spill out. That's the funny thing about grief. It is so frightening that nothing else can seem more dangerous than whatever is eating one from the inside out.
She wonders how Hei felt. In the end. It kills her to think of how much he suffered. ]
Both. Everything. [ Her brow furrows and she wraps her arms about the glass of tea just so she can hold on to something. ] I don't want to remember him, I want not to need to remember.
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She wonders how Hei felt. In the end. It kills her to think of how much he suffered. ]
Both. Everything. [ Her brow furrows and she wraps her arms about the glass of tea just so she can hold on to something. ] I don't want to remember him, I want not to need to remember.