South spins to face her. The line of her shoulders is tense, her fists clenched so tightly her knuckles are white. There’s a raw look in her eyes, the line of her jaw just as tense as her shoulders; wasn’t seeing her brother die again enough torture from this stupid memory shit? Why this, too?
“She was begging you to listen to her,” she says, her voice downright cold. All that time CT had just needed someone to listen to her, to see the truth right in front of all of their eyes, and none of them did. “She was right. She was right, the whole time.”
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South spins to face her. The line of her shoulders is tense, her fists clenched so tightly her knuckles are white. There’s a raw look in her eyes, the line of her jaw just as tense as her shoulders; wasn’t seeing her brother die again enough torture from this stupid memory shit? Why this, too?
“She was begging you to listen to her,” she says, her voice downright cold. All that time CT had just needed someone to listen to her, to see the truth right in front of all of their eyes, and none of them did. “She was right. She was right, the whole time.”