"But it's not... no one's fault..." She hunches her shoulders. "I hate this... I hate my visions. I hate that everyone thinks these visions are memories... I hate that everyone wants me to accept that that person is supposed to be me..."
The tears are flowing now, weakly and silently, the shaking of her shoulders the only real cue.
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Date: 2017-09-27 01:44 am (UTC)The tears are flowing now, weakly and silently, the shaking of her shoulders the only real cue.