[Arguably, Varian’s already been through more with Farrah than Annleigh ever has. But this isn’t a competition, and Varian’s the one here, in front of the her. She grips him tightly, like he might slip away and vanish if she dares loosen her grasp on him. ]
I just—- want to undo it all. [She whispers against him, and he may notice the dampness against his shoulder from her shoulder eyes.]
My death, my fall... my whole life. I want it to be better.
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I just—- want to undo it all. [She whispers against him, and he may notice the dampness against his shoulder from her shoulder eyes.]
My death, my fall... my whole life. I want it to be better.