it hits her in waves, one of shock, short and sharp, and then anger, bone deep and rattling. abby didn't think she still had that feeling in her, that dark, personal fury. she thought she spent it all on joel. it jams up underneath of her skin, an old, familiar ache, so unwanted that it makes her throat burn, bile rising.
he's here.
why is he here.
why does he get to be here, why did he get to come back, did abby send him here, is this her doing? she has so many questions, and nobody to ask them of and even now she checks over her shoulder, panicked and quick, as if she'll find him standing right behind her.
ellie is waiting for a response. or maybe she's closed the connection. still, abby sends her something back, something she doesn't even mean, because she wants ellie to feel as sick as she does right now.)
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it hits her in waves, one of shock, short and sharp, and then anger, bone deep and rattling. abby didn't think she still had that feeling in her, that dark, personal fury. she thought she spent it all on joel. it jams up underneath of her skin, an old, familiar ache, so unwanted that it makes her throat burn, bile rising.
he's here.
why is he here.
why does he get to be here, why did he get to come back, did abby send him here, is this her doing? she has so many questions, and nobody to ask them of and even now she checks over her shoulder, panicked and quick, as if she'll find him standing right behind her.
ellie is waiting for a response. or maybe she's closed the connection. still, abby sends her something back, something she doesn't even mean, because she wants ellie to feel as sick as she does right now.)
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