[She moves to sit against the back of the couch, misses, and sits heavily on the floor instead. She doesn't move, hands still clutched in front of her and eyes unseeing at a fixed point. ]
Oh.
[She feels like she should, well, feel. But she doesn't. There's a numbness that settles over her and into her very bones, and deep under it a sense of betrayal. But the anger doesn't come, not yet. Oh she'll rage for sure. Her apartment will be turned upside down, mirrors smashed and glasses broken against walls and floors. But for now she can't feel it touch her as her eyes well with tears that fall silently. She can't even muster the energy to cry properly.]
But, promised... They cannot send him away. He cannot leave, I... [Someone stop the world spinning she wants to get off.]
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Oh.
[She feels like she should, well, feel. But she doesn't. There's a numbness that settles over her and into her very bones, and deep under it a sense of betrayal. But the anger doesn't come, not yet. Oh she'll rage for sure. Her apartment will be turned upside down, mirrors smashed and glasses broken against walls and floors. But for now she can't feel it touch her as her eyes well with tears that fall silently. She can't even muster the energy to cry properly.]
But, promised... They cannot send him away. He cannot leave, I... [Someone stop the world spinning she wants to get off.]