[After a while, it shifts from raw, painful sobbing into something gentler but hardly less painful, a mixture of loss and failure and not knowing how to stop crying anymore, despite how exhausted she is. Every third breath or so catches, now, on the inhale, the sort of half-hiccup sound that comes only with powerful tears.
Finally, finally she thinks she has some measure of control over herself, and she finds herself still weak and drained; one hand closes with a visible tremble around a bit of Teddy's shirt.]
I'm- so- sorry.
[Each word separated by a few breaths and punctuated by that now-unbearable hitch in her throat. Just that much is enough to bring fresh tears, renew all her feelings of how much better she should be than this.]
[action, May 29]
Finally, finally she thinks she has some measure of control over herself, and she finds herself still weak and drained; one hand closes with a visible tremble around a bit of Teddy's shirt.]
I'm- so- sorry.
[Each word separated by a few breaths and punctuated by that now-unbearable hitch in her throat. Just that much is enough to bring fresh tears, renew all her feelings of how much better she should be than this.]