Collette doesn't answer straight away. Her fingers twitch, an outward indication of the desire to fiddle with something, anything, while she comes up with an answer.
She doesn't want to be as honest as she could be. It's scary enough to know that the pain that had been all consuming, that fire from the outside in, that was how she was exiting stage left in the grand scheme of things. She's not even sure if it was the worst pain in her life; the longer away from those agonizing moments, the more firmly it's faded in memory.
Pain isn't a stranger. Neither is loss. Collette's not sure if she's been running through the gambit of grief or not, just like the counselors had told her after her mom died. "You feel angry, and you feel denial, and eventually, you feel acceptance. It doesn't mean you won't cycle through, or skip forward and skip backward in the process." She taps her fingers on her armrest once, twice, then smiles.
No need to bring other people down with something she prefers not to think about anyway. )
Me, live forever? Pfft, of course not. That'd get boring!
( Living on borrowed time? There was no time to waste in feeling sorry for yourself. )
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Collette doesn't answer straight away. Her fingers twitch, an outward indication of the desire to fiddle with something, anything, while she comes up with an answer.
She doesn't want to be as honest as she could be. It's scary enough to know that the pain that had been all consuming, that fire from the outside in, that was how she was exiting stage left in the grand scheme of things. She's not even sure if it was the worst pain in her life; the longer away from those agonizing moments, the more firmly it's faded in memory.
Pain isn't a stranger. Neither is loss. Collette's not sure if she's been running through the gambit of grief or not, just like the counselors had told her after her mom died. "You feel angry, and you feel denial, and eventually, you feel acceptance. It doesn't mean you won't cycle through, or skip forward and skip backward in the process." She taps her fingers on her armrest once, twice, then smiles.
No need to bring other people down with something she prefers not to think about anyway. )
Me, live forever? Pfft, of course not. That'd get boring!
( Living on borrowed time? There was no time to waste in feeling sorry for yourself. )