[ This has been her, for so many here. Holding others, who've shared the same kind of knowledge. For Ashton, back home. The normal, resentful hiss would rise up, every time, to tell her it's not fair, that she has to be the responsible one, when she's going through so much. The one she's coming to loathe, as she realizes how much this stems from the selfish habits she's been quietly cultivating since childhood.
Selfish.
But...this isn't...selfish, is it? After all this- it's not for little, petty things. It's the loss of her entire life. A loss she can't even properly mourn, her own...the others...
It's not like the arguments she's had with Belle. It's not like any of that. So, the hiss doesn't arise this time. She has nothing to squash down into the guilty little pit of her stomach.
And so, she leans into the embrace, relief spreading over her. It hurts, to share this. But, to keep it in... That's been much worse. ]
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Selfish.
But...this isn't...selfish, is it? After all this- it's not for little, petty things. It's the loss of her entire life. A loss she can't even properly mourn, her own...the others...
It's not like the arguments she's had with Belle. It's not like any of that. So, the hiss doesn't arise this time. She has nothing to squash down into the guilty little pit of her stomach.
And so, she leans into the embrace, relief spreading over her. It hurts, to share this. But, to keep it in... That's been much worse. ]