[she doesn't know what to make of these, some sort of dream that makes sense but doesn't because all these belong to him, all are his and not hers and it's much like peering through the curtains at someone else's home. parents, though, parents she wishes she was awake enough to tell him they're awful people aren't they. and outside she's beginning to hyperventilate because then what does he see? what does he know?
(she's in a school uniform angrily ripping a letter to shreds pretending it doesn't hurt, she is so alone but there is a woman red as anything who she'd die for, there is so much blood and the red woman's lifeless in her arms, by her hand. there are people in suits, and they whisper to never forget you are nothing, less than nothing while you reload your gun and feel so hollow.)]
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(she's in a school uniform angrily ripping a letter to shreds pretending it doesn't hurt, she is so alone but there is a woman red as anything who she'd die for, there is so much blood and the red woman's lifeless in her arms, by her hand. there are people in suits, and they whisper to never forget you are nothing, less than nothing while you reload your gun and feel so hollow.)]