[ The chance for something else. There's a bitterness there, that same unhappiness at the forefront as she considers the words, shaking her head. Back at home, she had everything she could ever have wanted. Why can't she have that now, here, like some of them do?
The hug is tight enough that it almost hurts, but she doesn't complain. Rather, there's a selfishness to it, a weird gratitude that someone cares enough to keep her grounded when otherwise she feels like the hurt and jealousy might drag her away. Her hands come up, hold onto the arms wrapped around her, her eyes closing. ]
You won't lose us. It's okay to get close.
[ The words take more effort than they normally would, but they're important enough that she has to say them no matter how much the feelings are swamping her right now. She's still the same person, right? She still wants to help her, right? ]
We'll find a way, okay? We'll make it work. Somehow.
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The hug is tight enough that it almost hurts, but she doesn't complain. Rather, there's a selfishness to it, a weird gratitude that someone cares enough to keep her grounded when otherwise she feels like the hurt and jealousy might drag her away. Her hands come up, hold onto the arms wrapped around her, her eyes closing. ]
You won't lose us. It's okay to get close.
[ The words take more effort than they normally would, but they're important enough that she has to say them no matter how much the feelings are swamping her right now. She's still the same person, right? She still wants to help her, right? ]
We'll find a way, okay? We'll make it work. Somehow.
[ No one should be alone with these feelings. ]