Too accurate.
Too direct.
I didn’t answer.
Because I didn’t know what to say to that.
I mean she wasn’t completely wrong.
Because a part of me was already gone, and the worst part was that it hadn’t even hurt when it happened.
She shifted her weight slightly, still holding onto the bars like they were the only thing keeping her upright.
“The last one… she sat like that too,” she continued, her voice quieter now, more controlled but still shaking underneath, like she was forcing herself to keep talking even if she didn’t want to remember. “Didn’t talk. Didn’t react. Just stared at nothing like she was somewhere else already.”
My fingers curled slightly against the stone beneath me, nails scraping lightly against the rough surface without me really noticing.
“And then?” I asked.
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