[ sorry is good. hugs are better. they ground her, help to steady the wild course of caroline's heightened emotions; in clinging to hope in a hug that would probably crush the windpipe of a baseline human, caroline doesn't feel the need to smash a plate or scream. she just sniffles, the fabric of hope's shirt sopping up tears still leaking out, and holds on for a while. ]
I really liked him.
[ she's whining. she knows. but the emotions are too raw for her to be grown-up and level-headed and reasonable about this. she's in the middle of a temper tantrum. she's gonna need a minute. ]
He just told me he loved me and everything and now he's... gone...
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I really liked him.
[ she's whining. she knows. but the emotions are too raw for her to be grown-up and level-headed and reasonable about this. she's in the middle of a temper tantrum. she's gonna need a minute. ]
He just told me he loved me and everything and now he's... gone...