( it's a response for the mere sake of just that — responding. it's the dry truth and even then it seems stale on her palette, because grief never seemed to age. she doesn't want him to pity her, to empathize too sincerely, because he doesn't know the hand she'd played. that she could've done more for her family, after her mom. that she could've made choices that weren't barraging her life with shit so that her brother didn't attempt to come picking up the pieces. )
I don't mind, sharing it with you. It sounds weird to say it's nice to be able to talk about it all, but I guess I've never really gotten the chance to. ( she wets her lips, stares emptily at the coffee that'd gone cold on the end table.
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( it's a response for the mere sake of just that — responding. it's the dry truth and even then it seems stale on her palette, because grief never seemed to age. she doesn't want him to pity her, to empathize too sincerely, because he doesn't know the hand she'd played. that she could've done more for her family, after her mom. that she could've made choices that weren't barraging her life with shit so that her brother didn't attempt to come picking up the pieces. )
I don't mind, sharing it with you. It sounds weird to say it's nice to be able to talk about it all, but I guess I've never really gotten the chance to. ( she wets her lips, stares emptily at the coffee that'd gone cold on the end table.
the quiet in her apartment aches. )
Can you come here?