[ the squeeze of her hand makes her tense up, as if she forgot about that small little contact. she isn't sure how to feel about it. it feels... grounding, but at the same time... she's never felt that way in her entire life.
alone, on the other hand... she always has been alone. and that she can get used to being for the rest of her life if she had to, she can keep to because it's all she's ever known. she ignores the very small ache at that thought. ]
Didn't have much of a choice, did I?
[ no family for as long as she could remember, just a caged life being sold from one owner to the next. it isn't as if she ever really had somebody. ]
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alone, on the other hand... she always has been alone. and that she can get used to being for the rest of her life if she had to, she can keep to because it's all she's ever known. she ignores the very small ache at that thought. ]
Didn't have much of a choice, did I?
[ no family for as long as she could remember, just a caged life being sold from one owner to the next. it isn't as if she ever really had somebody. ]