[ She wants, still, to believe Maya. But, she can't help the thoughts snaking their way through, stupid to hope anyway, stupid Becca, making their way around her throat and squeezing so she can't say a word. This is something Isabella would've done. What did you tell her- what did Ashton say? Ghosts aren't real. Stupid, stupid, of course nothing happened--
But to say that, any of that, while Maya's so vulnerable, it would be cruel. And it was cruel words that got her here, to begin with, her own fiery temper and stubborn words. She's not about to hurt another person, with her skepticism. So she shakes her head to pull herself from the thoughts, swallows them down deep with all the other bitter little shreds of emotion boiling inside her. Until there's nothing but a crushing, gut-wrenching sorrow, radiating from every inch of her. ]
Maya... I- it's fine. You said it was...a long shot anyway, you don't... You don't have to...
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But to say that, any of that, while Maya's so vulnerable, it would be cruel. And it was cruel words that got her here, to begin with, her own fiery temper and stubborn words. She's not about to hurt another person, with her skepticism. So she shakes her head to pull herself from the thoughts, swallows them down deep with all the other bitter little shreds of emotion boiling inside her. Until there's nothing but a crushing, gut-wrenching sorrow, radiating from every inch of her. ]
Maya... I- it's fine. You said it was...a long shot anyway, you don't... You don't have to...