[ she presses her head against each of their ribcages in turn, trying to listen for air in their lungs, a heartbeat, but part of her already knew what she would hear—or rather, not hear. ]
No, no...
[ her hand is at her mouth. just like in her memory, she bites at the skin between her thumb and forefinger trying not to scream.
but biting down hurts, and who is she even hiding her anger from?
alone on top of the building, she screams anyway. ]
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[ she presses her head against each of their ribcages in turn, trying to listen for air in their lungs, a heartbeat, but part of her already knew what she would hear—or rather, not hear. ]
No, no...
[ her hand is at her mouth. just like in her memory, she bites at the skin between her thumb and forefinger trying not to scream.
but biting down hurts, and who is she even hiding her anger from?
alone on top of the building, she screams anyway. ]