[ leaving them both in silence. it's nothing annie's uncomfortable with. she's companion to her own thoughts, quiet as they are too in turn. she's just walking, moving because movement is such a necessary part of living. moving even when holding absolutely still.
she glances skyward, breathing out as she examined the interplay of blue and gray. it's a nice day. she's still breathing, and she doesn't exist in pain.
it's a nice day. she hopes it's a nice day for ken, too. ]
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she glances skyward, breathing out as she examined the interplay of blue and gray. it's a nice day. she's still breathing, and she doesn't exist in pain.
it's a nice day. she hopes it's a nice day for ken, too. ]