The words echo with her. They fill the space between what she could physically feel in that moment and what she felt she should have been able to. It wedged in-between the strangeness and the pain, found its place there, expanded outward, blanketing those mental wounds as well.
They had lived. They were still together. They still had so much faith in one another, so much love and cherishment. What was left of her foot, the scars that ran up to her knee, all of it was something left behind in a hope that it would twist that love into something crueler, something resentful and screaming.
... It hadn't. It was proof they'd lived. ]
Yeah... [ She wished she could say something stronger. ]
It's just... it feels so strange. The nerves are almost all dead, from my calf down to my foot. I can feel you touching it, but not... feel it... I guess I wasn't ready for how that would process, to me...
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The words echo with her. They fill the space between what she could physically feel in that moment and what she felt she should have been able to. It wedged in-between the strangeness and the pain, found its place there, expanded outward, blanketing those mental wounds as well.
They had lived. They were still together. They still had so much faith in one another, so much love and cherishment. What was left of her foot, the scars that ran up to her knee, all of it was something left behind in a hope that it would twist that love into something crueler, something resentful and screaming.
... It hadn't. It was proof they'd lived. ]
Yeah... [ She wished she could say something stronger. ]
It's just... it feels so strange. The nerves are almost all dead, from my calf down to my foot. I can feel you touching it, but not... feel it... I guess I wasn't ready for how that would process, to me...