"I... I..." I stammered, totally off guard.
"I said... who the f**k are you? Did I stutter? Are you f*****g deaf? Who the f**k do you think you are, barging in to Annie's room like that, you fucking... fucker! She's... she's leaving us, and you come and... and stick your nose in...and... and..."
And then she began to sob; harsh, horrible, end-of-the-World tears of the sort I was only too familiar with.
She released me and buried her face in her hands and made noises that hurt even me.
I watched her for a moment, off guard, confused by the intense conflict I felt within me.
The almost overwhelming need to escape, to run.
And the even stronger compulsion to offer comfort...
We're not supposed to bother the living more than we absolutely have to. People can't deal with our true Aspects
