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✞ ([personal profile] exorcismo) wrote in [personal profile] reapertoire 2018-04-09 05:01 am (UTC)

[ She was already crying— the tears continue, but something about them is different now. Before they were for Monika, but now, the way they run down her face; a little frustrated, a little petulant. It takes all of her being not to stomp her foot. Instead she rubs her face furiously with the sleeves of her jacket, marring her skin with how aggressive she is. ]

How do you know—

[ It's meant to be comforting, the things Monika says, but they just make the nausea worse. ]

You can't know— how long, why would anyone fight so hard for someone they barely know? Someone who has done so little for them— everything I did, everything he says I did is no different from what you all have given him.

[ Her face is red, surely a little scarred from the way she scratches at it. ]

Please stop— I've only just started to let myself forget.

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