The key, she thinks, is the word unloveable. But her throat is completely locked now, the occlusion complete. She feels cold, wet arms around her; cold, icy hands wrapped around her bare wrists. There is a presence behind her, and it overwhelms her and embraces.
She closes her eyes, and takes a shuddering breath.
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Date: 2020-10-16 05:02 pm (UTC)She closes her eyes, and takes a shuddering breath.