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[A long silence; the journal catches the faint sound of breathing. She's still just trying to think of what to say, of what to think, which is difficult, because even she doesn't know what she's feeling or thinking right now. She's not... happy. There's just a sort of dull sense of closure without actual closure. Closure enforced from the outside rather than from events, and it's taking her back to her fourteenth birthday, nearly three years ago now... the same thing, a parting without a chance to discuss anything - because he's probably not coming back, is he?
Entirely different people, an extremely different situation.
She's always been too softhearted. Too trusting.
...She sighs.]
...I suppose this removes the question, now.
[A short little crack of laughter, and the journal shuts.]
[A long silence; the journal catches the faint sound of breathing. She's still just trying to think of what to say, of what to think, which is difficult, because even she doesn't know what she's feeling or thinking right now. She's not... happy. There's just a sort of dull sense of closure without actual closure. Closure enforced from the outside rather than from events, and it's taking her back to her fourteenth birthday, nearly three years ago now... the same thing, a parting without a chance to discuss anything - because he's probably not coming back, is he?
Entirely different people, an extremely different situation.
She's always been too softhearted. Too trusting.
...She sighs.]
...I suppose this removes the question, now.
[A short little crack of laughter, and the journal shuts.]