[ Did she mean to send that? Perhaps, tiredness. Or perhaps, a pang of homesickness, finally kicking in thanks to this conversation. A tightness seizes in her chest. ]
I'm not a good person at all. My friends are.. They're the good people. They're trying to save everyone, and I..
I'm just stuck here. Without them.
[ And I miss them.
Even if it isn't said out loud, written between them, the feeling keens beneath those words that she hadn't intended to share. ]
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[ Did she mean to send that? Perhaps, tiredness. Or perhaps, a pang of homesickness, finally kicking in thanks to this conversation. A tightness seizes in her chest. ]
I'm not a good person at all. My friends are.. They're the good people. They're trying to save everyone, and I..
I'm just stuck here. Without them.
[ And I miss them.
Even if it isn't said out loud, written between them, the feeling keens beneath those words that she hadn't intended to share. ]