silence, and then she slowly sits back in the chair, stiff with discomfort, but too tired to completely adhere to it, hands on the arms of the chair before she pulls them in, letting them go only as far as her lap, though they itch to circle her midsection. ]
I don't know. I don't know... it's not that bad. It doesn't seem that bad? Others have it worse.
But I don't trust myself. [ it's on purpose now her eyes are on the floor, her fingers digging into the fabric of her skirt. ] Not- not right now. I mean, her, the other me. I've remembered some... some terrible things...
[ her voice drops as she speaks until she finally, simply stops. she resumes with a burst of quiet, intense energy ] I don't want to be her. I don't.
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silence, and then she slowly sits back in the chair, stiff with discomfort, but too tired to completely adhere to it, hands on the arms of the chair before she pulls them in, letting them go only as far as her lap, though they itch to circle her midsection. ]
I don't know. I don't know... it's not that bad. It doesn't seem that bad? Others have it worse.
But I don't trust myself. [ it's on purpose now her eyes are on the floor, her fingers digging into the fabric of her skirt. ] Not- not right now. I mean, her, the other me. I've remembered some... some terrible things...
[ her voice drops as she speaks until she finally, simply stops. she resumes with a burst of quiet, intense energy ] I don't want to be her. I don't.