Ellie's a grown woman, she's hugged plenty of people, but few people just... feel like this. Talk to her like this. And it hurts, as much as it's good. The grieving is better, now, than it was. It rattles along inside of her, something covered in broken glass. Back when it was fresh it was so big, she couldn't take a full breath without it bleeding her.
Now, it mostly only cuts when she's not expecting it, and she's learned to adjust herself, not yank back.
"It wasn't supposed to be for me," she mumbles, but she clearly appreciates it anyway.
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Ellie's a grown woman, she's hugged plenty of people, but few people just... feel like this. Talk to her like this. And it hurts, as much as it's good. The grieving is better, now, than it was. It rattles along inside of her, something covered in broken glass. Back when it was fresh it was so big, she couldn't take a full breath without it bleeding her.
Now, it mostly only cuts when she's not expecting it, and she's learned to adjust herself, not yank back.
"It wasn't supposed to be for me," she mumbles, but she clearly appreciates it anyway.