[ it's probably the closest to a line of true neutrality that she's walked so far today, that expression she regards him with for a moment. she lets that line waver, lips curling up into the ghost of a smile that never was.
it's not a surprise. not weeks out, and knowing it's another future that had nowhere to go. she can place it as part of her past, though she's not so unaware to know she won't miss it.
and she won't say a damn thing. ]
Of course. Congratulations, Ken.
[ there's no congratulations here. getting to where people think they want to be is not the wonderful journey that naive minds might envision. life tries to break people.
holding anything in the palm of a hand is to wonder if you won't crush it or let it bite into you over time. ]
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it's not a surprise. not weeks out, and knowing it's another future that had nowhere to go. she can place it as part of her past, though she's not so unaware to know she won't miss it.
and she won't say a damn thing. ]
Of course. Congratulations, Ken.
[ there's no congratulations here. getting to where people think they want to be is not the wonderful journey that naive minds might envision. life tries to break people.
holding anything in the palm of a hand is to wonder if you won't crush it or let it bite into you over time. ]