[ There's a desperation growing in her. She doesn't know its name. ]
It's me.
[ It's small, those words, and she hears it. She stands in front of him, wanting to touch his hair. Inside, inside the sweatshirt sleeves, her fists ball, fighting something she doesn't know. ]
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It's me.
[ It's small, those words, and she hears it. She stands in front of him, wanting to touch his hair. Inside, inside the sweatshirt sleeves, her fists ball, fighting something she doesn't know. ]
Talk to me.