(She takes a thick breath, and something snaps out of place. Her eyes blur up, arms clenching across herself,) I don't want to do that. I–
(Logically, Abby thinks she should be panicking about this. Teetering over the edge of a long, miserable drop off, pinwheeling frantically to keep from falling in. There's definitely a moment where it starts to swallow her up, but she breathes through it, in and out, and the motion reminds her of the swell of the tide.
Thinking about the ocean makes all of that terrible grief... go away. Her thoughts get quiet and echoey, the sound you get when you hold a seashell up to your ear. Blood vessels pumping, but it sounds like waves. She turns her head, and looks out the window in the direction she knows the sea is. It's hard to stop once she starts, but eventually she blinks, and wipes her eyes and looks at Clarisse.)
I don't want to do that, (she repeats, quieter this time,) But I have to.
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(She takes a thick breath, and something snaps out of place. Her eyes blur up, arms clenching across herself,) I don't want to do that. I–
(Logically, Abby thinks she should be panicking about this. Teetering over the edge of a long, miserable drop off, pinwheeling frantically to keep from falling in. There's definitely a moment where it starts to swallow her up, but she breathes through it, in and out, and the motion reminds her of the swell of the tide.
Thinking about the ocean makes all of that terrible grief... go away. Her thoughts get quiet and echoey, the sound you get when you hold a seashell up to your ear. Blood vessels pumping, but it sounds like waves. She turns her head, and looks out the window in the direction she knows the sea is. It's hard to stop once she starts, but eventually she blinks, and wipes her eyes and looks at Clarisse.)
I don't want to do that, (she repeats, quieter this time,) But I have to.