The tears that prick at her eye burn enough to leave Alicia's vision blurring, this new beautiful world spinning around her.
She wants to scream, but the sound gets trapped in her chest. It's agony, how painful it is to cry like this. To feel her already weakened lungs go tight, to feel her heart fighting it's way up to her throat, pinching and pulsing. Every sob just wrecks through her petite frame, the pressure building inside Alicia's chest so strong it feels like she just might burst.
But Verso pulls Alicia's trembling frame close, and it's in that embrace that her body pulls against his and the sound of crinkling paper leaves the woman's mouth going dry. So while Verso may be prepared for his sister to pull away, Alicia draws even closer, a nimble hand dipping into his pocket to steal back the very letter she left him with. The wax seal is untouched, the ink of the message she'd left on the envelope long since dried.
Une vie à rêver.
The noise that rips out of Alicia is near feral as she holds out a skinny arm and smacks her brother with her own letter, smacking at his arms, his chest, the woman sobbing and snarling all at once. They had a chance. They had a fucking chance and Verso took it from them.]
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The tears that prick at her eye burn enough to leave Alicia's vision blurring, this new beautiful world spinning around her.
She wants to scream, but the sound gets trapped in her chest. It's agony, how painful it is to cry like this. To feel her already weakened lungs go tight, to feel her heart fighting it's way up to her throat, pinching and pulsing. Every sob just wrecks through her petite frame, the pressure building inside Alicia's chest so strong it feels like she just might burst.
But Verso pulls Alicia's trembling frame close, and it's in that embrace that her body pulls against his and the sound of crinkling paper leaves the woman's mouth going dry. So while Verso may be prepared for his sister to pull away, Alicia draws even closer, a nimble hand dipping into his pocket to steal back the very letter she left him with. The wax seal is untouched, the ink of the message she'd left on the envelope long since dried.
Une vie à rêver.
The noise that rips out of Alicia is near feral as she holds out a skinny arm and smacks her brother with her own letter, smacking at his arms, his chest, the woman sobbing and snarling all at once. They had a chance. They had a fucking chance and Verso took it from them.]