[gods dammit. how much can a girl weep?! how is she supposed to "eventually grow to take things with more grace," the way her older self had said? trust them, she'd said.
okay, sure...but that doesn't fix the crying thing...which is why "soon" is more like "later," because she doesn't want to come home looking how she feels.
the door clicks and gently groans open, and Cecelia steps inside, looking about and fixing on the tuft of blue she spies in the den.
I'M NOT DONE W U
okay, sure...but that doesn't fix the crying thing...which is why "soon" is more like "later," because she doesn't want to come home looking how she feels.
the door clicks and gently groans open, and Cecelia steps inside, looking about and fixing on the tuft of blue she spies in the den.
she clears her throat.]
...I'm back.