an experiment of sorts.

[illibretto]

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[markedbullets]

[ Although sometimes these memories are what keep her going, seeing them exposed on the walls like some sort of freakshow make her blood boil, even if it ends up being drowned by the overwhelming sadness that takes over her soul when she picks up one single photograph, which she though she had lost. Herself, as a kid, holding Tracy's hand. She remembers the way it felt to be safe and protected by her and her fingers tremble a little as the memory comes in full force. She drops her face and sinks to the floor, crossing her arms over her head, crying softly into her knees. Why couldn't it still be like this? ]

[sociomonere]

[He doesn't look at her pictures, not really. It doesn't matter if she lost them just like he did. He doesn't say anything, or touch her, just sits down on the floor next to her and smokes.]

[markedbullets]

[ And like him, she sits there in silence - she's always quiet when she cries - and keeps herself hidden. ]

[sociomonere]

[He keeps his big mouth shut until the little suppressed sounds stop making her back and shoulders hiccup.]

Wanna see about getting out of here?

[He hasn't even looked at his own piece of wall. He knows what's there.]

[markedbullets]

[ Hiding herself behind her knees, she wipes her face on the back of her fingers and cleans it against the sleeve of her jacket, before nodding. ]

Yeah, let's go. [ Her voice is a little hoarse, more so than usual, but she's trying to not to look at him. ]