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| Subject: | Re: Dia Tiernan... |
| Author: | Viola Eponine (Authenticated as Saffine Grace) |
| Date: | September 18, 2012 at 2:51:52 PM |
| Reply to: | Re: Dia Tiernan... by Fiammetta |
Dia pressed the palms of her hands together tightly, not so much to suppress their faint tremble as to give herself the illusion of being somehow more compact; more 'held together'. Something like that.
"There's -" she started, and her words felt dry and heavy and too big for her mouth. She tried again. "There's - there are - a lot of things have happened, lately." She resisted the urge to shut her eyes against the yellow-white glare of the light, too bright for such a small room. The brief laugh that breaks from her throat is high and unexpected. "First Graeme and then - and then my brother; it feels like everyone's dead or dying or going to die." She knows the doctor will ask her to elaborate, but she'd rather give the information up in fragments. Little steps; small victories. That's the best she can hope for.
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SOPHIE: BtN's resident whimsical insomniac fairytale-junkie!
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“Hope is the thing with feathers"
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