[ i don't believe that, comes her immediate reply — hanging from the tip of her tongue, waiting to leap. but she can, can't she? it's the same thought that plagues her, the same sad acceptance everyone in her life has dismissed, as though reassuring words might change the outcome.
it's easy to believe in someone else's happy ending, still, in some vain hope they'll achieve what's been denied to her. but she doesn't argue, with the terrible mess she's already made of things. her voice strains a little, soft when she offers: ]
Then we'll just have to make sure you get a happy middle. Those are always the best parts of a story, anyway.
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it's easy to believe in someone else's happy ending, still, in some vain hope they'll achieve what's been denied to her. but she doesn't argue, with the terrible mess she's already made of things. her voice strains a little, soft when she offers: ]
Then we'll just have to make sure you get a happy middle. Those are always the best parts of a story, anyway.