Before she can second guess herself again, she gives Jean the Page. Takes up the seat in the armchair, and closes her eyes.
This is a story. This is a story with holes in the middle, where every bloody stitch pulls the framework into something like grotesque lace. This is a story where you don't look down. You don't look to the future. You can only take the next step, then the next.
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Date: 2024-10-30 11:46 pm (UTC)Before she can second guess herself again, she gives Jean the Page. Takes up the seat in the armchair, and closes her eyes.
This is a story. This is a story with holes in the middle, where every bloody stitch pulls the framework into something like grotesque lace. This is a story where you don't look down. You don't look to the future. You can only take the next step, then the next.
She's listening for them to open the scroll.