[ She doesn't know how to respond, looking away toward one of the more well-managed headstones. ]
...Ethan would never hurt me.
[ It's murmured, a soft assurance for herself more than him, and when she catches herself she'll look away from the headstone to resume her walk. ]
Mr. Chandler would never leave me alone in my time of need. He looks no different than he ever did. He worries as he ever did.
[ At times, too much. When she can look into his eyes and see behind the sadness and sweetness, beyond the pain of his monster, there is another silhouette that strikes her with fear. It's light—so subtle. Impossible to forget. ]
Perhaps I misheard him. This city has begun to tarnish my heart. I fear I am losing pieces of myself, of what I thought I knew, even more-so than I already was.
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...Ethan would never hurt me.
[ It's murmured, a soft assurance for herself more than him, and when she catches herself she'll look away from the headstone to resume her walk. ]
Mr. Chandler would never leave me alone in my time of need. He looks no different than he ever did. He worries as he ever did.
[ At times, too much. When she can look into his eyes and see behind the sadness and sweetness, beyond the pain of his monster, there is another silhouette that strikes her with fear. It's light—so subtle. Impossible to forget. ]
Perhaps I misheard him. This city has begun to tarnish my heart. I fear I am losing pieces of myself, of what I thought I knew, even more-so than I already was.