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Sometimes it takes a while to wrap your mind around something. Other times you take a while to hide from something. But not too terribly long this time - she's braver now, you see. By no means brave, but really really trying.
The usual commotion is reassuring - familiar in its own, inconsistent way - and she takes comfort in the sound of her breathing, in the beating of her heart. Something steady against her fingers.
Just because no one looks doesn't mean you've disappeared.
With her eyes closed she can almost pretend that the muted sound of background voices can fill in the space - can stop the constant echoing where things used to be. She never knew that silence could be quite so loud.
The usual commotion is reassuring - familiar in its own, inconsistent way - and she takes comfort in the sound of her breathing, in the beating of her heart. Something steady against her fingers.
Just because no one looks doesn't mean you've disappeared.
With her eyes closed she can almost pretend that the muted sound of background voices can fill in the space - can stop the constant echoing where things used to be. She never knew that silence could be quite so loud.