There are people who look pretty much unchanged after a long bout of crying, Annabelle isn't one of them.
Her voice is a strained whisper, "I love you too." That admission may be the bravest thing she's ever done.
With pain and fear flowing out, the armies of mortification are starting to take the field. A sizable part of her would really like for the floor to open up and swallow her, which isn't a feeling she's accustomed to having.
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Date: 2011-05-02 05:00 am (UTC)Her voice is a strained whisper, "I love you too." That admission may be the bravest thing she's ever done.
With pain and fear flowing out, the armies of mortification are starting to take the field. A sizable part of her would really like for the floor to open up and swallow her, which isn't a feeling she's accustomed to having.