The rest of the conversation is lost on Em. Once he mentioned whom, and what, she turned ashen. Legs curling up to her chest, head bowing to rest her forehead on her knees. Golden hair shielding her face as she hid. Sitting in the wide open, hiding like an ostrich.
"Throw it away. I'd rather go insane.'
Her tones choked, knowing that that alone shows her tears more than anything.
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Date: 9 Aug 2005 19:45 (UTC)"Throw it away. I'd rather go insane.'
Her tones choked, knowing that that alone shows her tears more than anything.