Daisy feels small and helpless and lost and everything she hates feeling, but she's also just as tired of being alone as she is tired of caring when caring only gets you hurt.
What good was clinging to a human heart when all it meant was it could still break?
She never quite relaxes, but her breathing slows. It slows until it's almost steady, if not for the little hitches from the discomfort of illness. It slows until Daisy is starting to fall asleep with Erin there holding her.
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Daisy feels small and helpless and lost and everything she hates feeling, but she's also just as tired of being alone as she is tired of caring when caring only gets you hurt.
What good was clinging to a human heart when all it meant was it could still break?
She never quite relaxes, but her breathing slows. It slows until it's almost steady, if not for the little hitches from the discomfort of illness. It slows until Daisy is starting to fall asleep with Erin there holding her.