[ she appreciates that he doesn't call attention to them - she doesn't want them to be a thing. she's cried so fucking much over the past few weeks. ]

They got to sleep easy. [ she agrees, sinking further into the couch. something loosens in her chest. ] They didn't have to pick people to die. They didn't have to watch the people around them fall apart and know it was their fault.

[ she brings her knees up to her chest, staring out across the room. ]

Picking who was going to die was... no matter who it was, it was going to be someone that someone else couldn't lose.

Someone told me I should've killed the people close to me. So it was just me suffering. Maybe I should've. [ she reaches up to hold onto the beanie on her head, smoothing her thumb over it like she's comforting herself. ]