[ oh no. oh no, no no. just when she was starting to accept that will wasn't just a figment of her imagination from blood loss or insanity. her hand lifts to her neck, touching the thin fabric of her scarf like she can feel the edge of the blade against her skin. it wasn't even cold, warm with blood.
...oh god. (wis nat 20) her eyes widen and she looks like she's going to be sick, staring at will in horror. she never thought she'd have to tell anyone what happened, not ever. she thought will would already know. no one told her this could happen! ] You don't... you don't know, do you?
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...oh god. (wis nat 20) her eyes widen and she looks like she's going to be sick, staring at will in horror. she never thought she'd have to tell anyone what happened, not ever. she thought will would already know. no one told her this could happen! ] You don't... you don't know, do you?