Monika is initially too stunned to move. It takes her a long, breathing moment of shock to even respond.
Then this high, thin, hurting noise escapes her, and she breaks down in tears.
It’s nothing at all like how she cried at the trial. These are real tears, quiet and broken and aching.
It’s selfish—horribly, horribly selfish—that she lifts her hands, gripping Beck’s shirt just beneath her shoulderblades as she finds a spot to hide her face in her friend’s shoulder. ]
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no, no, no...
Monika is initially too stunned to move. It takes her a long, breathing moment of shock to even respond.
Then this high, thin, hurting noise escapes her, and she breaks down in tears.
It’s nothing at all like how she cried at the trial. These are real tears, quiet and broken and aching.
It’s selfish—horribly, horribly selfish—that she lifts her hands, gripping Beck’s shirt just beneath her shoulderblades as she finds a spot to hide her face in her friend’s shoulder. ]