[ Don't hate me. Don't ask me why. Don't give me false hope.
There's so much to say, and when she tries to say it, it's all so dry and crumbly in her throat, nothing emerging except some faintly distressed gasping sound. There's fear squeezing her chest, and it's not unlike the terror when she'd seen him jump, except that the feeling keeps getting tighter and tighter.
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There's so much to say, and when she tries to say it, it's all so dry and crumbly in her throat, nothing emerging except some faintly distressed gasping sound. There's fear squeezing her chest, and it's not unlike the terror when she'd seen him jump, except that the feeling keeps getting tighter and tighter.
Why hadn't she stopped herself in time? ]