[It happened again, didn't it? The girls who always get left behind still here and the people they give a damn about leaving. If this were a kidnapping, like with her friend, she'd be out looking, not here smashing plates on the floor.
Hope's breath leaves her lungs in a whoosh, but any feelings that it drags up are quickly squashed. They aren't important anymore.
She moves forward after only a slight hesitation, reaching out to pull Caroline into a tight hug.]
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Hope's breath leaves her lungs in a whoosh, but any feelings that it drags up are quickly squashed. They aren't important anymore.
She moves forward after only a slight hesitation, reaching out to pull Caroline into a tight hug.]
...I'm sorry.