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Allison Hargreeves | #00.03 ([personal profile] numberthree) wrote in [personal profile] gigue 2019-12-08 03:52 pm (UTC)

[ It's Allison's turn to stare at the two words uncertaintly. Uncertain what to do with them. Uncertain if Vanya means them. Uncertain what to say as she sheers off pieces of skin by inches and miles. She supposes if she wanted to be technical, she's actually talked about with that therapist. But she's not sure she'd call it talking.

It was like water boarding by noise, where she showed up by voluntary steps, but was required to go. She hadn't given up much more in that room than she had to for so long, and there had been any number of sullen silences and refusals to say anything first.

She stares at the blank space, and the flickering cursor forever. Not knowing . Trying words in her thoughts (It's fine. It is what is. It doesn't really matter. That's my fault. Thanks.) but none of them are right and all of them are the blade under her skin, slicing slowly, and her own persnickety fashion of how to handle feeling vulnerable. The best and the worst ones. She counts them out, trying to think, trying not to put down the phone and back away from this entirely. ]


So. Yeah.

I guess I'm figuring that out.




Or figuring out if I want to.
Something between those.

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