[Unconsciously she reaches out and touches the same bone in her wrist, holds it close to her ribs as though letting go will mean letting it break. She doesn't know what she's doing - not in so many words - but that isn't exactly new for her. So often she stands in the middle of a maelstrom, figurative or literal, with no direction whatsoever, and simply strikes out in one direction of another by feel.]
[Sometimes that ruins everything. But sometimes it doesn't.]
[She watches the tightness of his jaw and doesn't allow her expression to soften.]
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[Sometimes that ruins everything. But sometimes it doesn't.]
[She watches the tightness of his jaw and doesn't allow her expression to soften.]
Then you think I must have disappeared, too?