Mixed Muses: merely the girl that he had killed

[aimedforthemoon]

from here:

She makes outside, just, and falls back against the wall. She wanted to run, run as fast and far as she could, but her legs wouldn't-won't-can't carry her any further.

do I know you?
She can't breathe.

Szabo Tibor

what are you doing here
it appears for me
was it worth it

No

She can't breatheShe's breathing too much, shallow and fast

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[isaysimplewords]

Cal is on his way out to run - a little late today, but who's counting? - but his plans change instantly.

"Fira?" He's on his knees by her side as fast as he can move, reaching out to steady her.

[aimedforthemoon]

"Cal," but she has to breathe in to say his name, and that makes her choke. It also makes her start to cry.

[isaysimplewords]

"Fira."

It's a shock. He's never seen her cry before. He panics for a second or two before instinct kicks in and he puts his arms around her, cradling her the way he used to do with Calvin.

"It's okay, I'm right here," he says. "It's okay." That, too, is instinct. He has no idea if it's okay or not.

[aimedforthemoon]

She clings to him, fisting his shirt as if she is never letting go. And she sobs, harsh and ugly but for not as long as one might think.

"He. He. He's here."