Like it would help. [It almost resembles sarcasm. Suicide would never have occurred to her, even in a place where death was final. It's a darkness that has yet to touch her.
She doesn't have anything more to say to him. Everything that needed saying between them was said when he ended it. She'd been confused before by their cursed encounters afterwards, but she realizes now it doesn't matter. None of it actually matters.
She settles her head back on her arms and stares blankly at the door. He can stay or go as he pleases. She's beyond caring.]
⊕ march 15th, late evening
She doesn't have anything more to say to him. Everything that needed saying between them was said when he ended it. She'd been confused before by their cursed encounters afterwards, but she realizes now it doesn't matter. None of it actually matters.
She settles her head back on her arms and stares blankly at the door. He can stay or go as he pleases. She's beyond caring.]