[she can likely feel the way Emily trembles with the force of trying to hold everything back, every muscle and nerve drawn to their limit, but she's hidden in Andy's embrace, and it's comforting to cling on. like this, she just feels like Emily, and she doesn't know what to do with that. she wants a dozen things, and nothing. she wants to scream, and to be silent. it's dizzying, confusing, and she can only just try to breathe, to breathe.
she is breathing, though. the scent of Andy's clothes, the comforting darkness and warmth. calm, calm. she's not crying as much as she would if she let it go, her feelings are in a white knuckled grip, but she's packing them away again. sweeping up the broken pieces, folding away what remains in a trunk.
she'll be okay in a moment. as okay as she can get for the rest of the day, really.]
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she is breathing, though. the scent of Andy's clothes, the comforting darkness and warmth. calm, calm. she's not crying as much as she would if she let it go, her feelings are in a white knuckled grip, but she's packing them away again. sweeping up the broken pieces, folding away what remains in a trunk.
she'll be okay in a moment. as okay as she can get for the rest of the day, really.]