[ Hearing his voice helps. The shakiness in her voice starts to subside, but she's still shaking her head. Her hands start to wander; straightening the collar of his shirt, brushing at the wetness from her tears, however futile that may be.
When she reaches his charm, the bottle feels cold. She runs her thumb against its surface. ]
No, it's alright. [ Her voice hardens, though her shaky breath betrays how fragile it she truly feels. ] It's been weeks, after all. Some nights are just more difficult than others without him.
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When she reaches his charm, the bottle feels cold. She runs her thumb against its surface. ]
No, it's alright. [ Her voice hardens, though her shaky breath betrays how fragile it she truly feels. ] It's been weeks, after all. Some nights are just more difficult than others without him.