[she nods, still feeling utterly adrift. but at least the ache is lessened. fading, if just a bit.
or maybe just back to what it always wasโa background noise she'd grown accustomed to. an ache so long-felt, now, and familiar, that it just didn't register anymore. not unless she looked right at it.
she passes viola's handkerchief back, and picks up the teaโbut has a little difficulty swallowing a mouthful past the tangle of feelings that was lodged in her throat.
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or maybe just back to what it always wasโa background noise she'd grown accustomed to. an ache so long-felt, now, and familiar, that it just didn't register anymore. not unless she looked right at it.
she passes viola's handkerchief back, and picks up the teaโbut has a little difficulty swallowing a mouthful past the tangle of feelings that was lodged in her throat.
...]
I just don't know what to do with them, now.
[or even where to start.]