[Sal knows this feeling. Like a bad landing or a sucker-punch to the chest, when all the air leaves your lungs and everything in the world just stops for a second. For fuck's sake, it's just a letter for a holiday she barely understands, there's no reason to feel gutted.
"What's this leading to? Conveyance of gratitude for her presence? Relief of the circumstances yielding what they have? Commendation for her character?"
"I want her know that she isn't alone in this world."
Sal really hates to apologize, it often feels disingenuous; like whatever she's blown up and destroyed this time around can be patched up with a few pretty words. But in this case, what else is there? She wants Anathema to be happy today, or tomorrow, or maybe just for however long she's going to be here (this time). But now it feels like she's letting her down, and that—.]
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[Sal knows this feeling. Like a bad landing or a sucker-punch to the chest, when all the air leaves your lungs and everything in the world just stops for a second. For fuck's sake, it's just a letter for a holiday she barely understands, there's no reason to feel gutted.
"What's this leading to? Conveyance of gratitude for her presence? Relief of the circumstances yielding what they have? Commendation for her character?"
"I want her know that she isn't alone in this world."
Sal really hates to apologize, it often feels disingenuous; like whatever she's blown up and destroyed this time around can be patched up with a few pretty words. But in this case, what else is there? She wants Anathema to be happy today, or tomorrow, or maybe just for however long she's going to be here (this time). But now it feels like she's letting her down, and that—.]
Sorry.