But she is gasping, even though she does not need to breathe it's like she cannot get enough air only for it it stop suddenly. Quiet. She needs to be quiet. He's let her go, but she repeats it near quietly, with a begging, broken desperation. The wish of someone who longs for something that will never be within their reach.]
Let me go...let me go...let me go...let me out...
[She stops just as suddenly as before. Light and colour returns to her eyes, and she feels the silhouette of herself, clearly shaped and defined, not spread over an incomprehensible, lonely infinite.
She hurts and she is scared, but she knows it is her.]
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But she is gasping, even though she does not need to breathe it's like she cannot get enough air only for it it stop suddenly. Quiet. She needs to be quiet. He's let her go, but she repeats it near quietly, with a begging, broken desperation. The wish of someone who longs for something that will never be within their reach.]
Let me go...let me go...let me go...let me out...
[She stops just as suddenly as before. Light and colour returns to her eyes, and she feels the silhouette of herself, clearly shaped and defined, not spread over an incomprehensible, lonely infinite.
She hurts and she is scared, but she knows it is her.]