"I know that!" It's snappier than she means it to be and she buries her face in the pillow. "...I know that. But maybe. Just maybe. You can see how that complicates things."
Why it's so hard to live here again without her. Why it's hard to imagine really connecting with anyone here.
"Not that she'd want me anymore even if I could get her out..." It's quiet enough it's really not clear if she even meant to say it aloud, she's not even sure herself, but it doesn't matter, she rolls over to lay face-down and muffle a pained noise.
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"I know that!" It's snappier than she means it to be and she buries her face in the pillow. "...I know that. But maybe. Just maybe. You can see how that complicates things."
Why it's so hard to live here again without her. Why it's hard to imagine really connecting with anyone here.
"Not that she'd want me anymore even if I could get her out..." It's quiet enough it's really not clear if she even meant to say it aloud, she's not even sure herself, but it doesn't matter, she rolls over to lay face-down and muffle a pained noise.