[ In spite of herself, in spite of everything... to hear another woman talk about the man she loves, while it should make Elda hateful and jealous jut makes it feel warm. The idea that there is some sort of love out there that people can feel, something that exists beyond this nightmare where she can get attached to some stupid mannequin ghost-human only for them to be killed by some selfish monster of a man.
... Was this what James saw in them, all these years?
She hums, continuing her brushing of her own hair, almost finished with one half of it ]
Did he buck up the courage to ask you our first, or did you need to take the reigns?
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... Was this what James saw in them, all these years?
She hums, continuing her brushing of her own hair, almost finished with one half of it ]
Did he buck up the courage to ask you our first, or did you need to take the reigns?