He always said we were alike. I thought it made me immune.
[ the squeeze, even, feels almost raw now that she's thinking about the fire again. nothing's wrong, and his touch doesn't hurt, but her brain can't let go of the things that had so easily. ]
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[ the squeeze, even, feels almost raw now that she's thinking about the fire again. nothing's wrong, and his touch doesn't hurt, but her brain can't let go of the things that had so easily. ]
But... there is no way out but through. Perhaps.