[The last person Mia remembers stroking her hair like this was her mother, when she was a little girl. She shivers.
Finally - it feels like hours have passed - Mia lifts her head a little from Teddy's shoulder, on her own. She can only imagine what she looks like, she knows her face must be all puffy red splotches and bloodshot eyes and dark circles (they all stand out more against how pale she remains), and she doesn't have it in her to smile.
Everything is a little blurred after so much crying.] I understand, if... [And there isn't much left of her voice, but she wants to get through at least this.] ...you don't know- what to think of me now.
[I understand if you can't rely on me like you used to which gives her a sort of quiver, standing on the precipice of getting upset all over again.]
[action, May 29]
Finally - it feels like hours have passed - Mia lifts her head a little from Teddy's shoulder, on her own. She can only imagine what she looks like, she knows her face must be all puffy red splotches and bloodshot eyes and dark circles (they all stand out more against how pale she remains), and she doesn't have it in her to smile.
Everything is a little blurred after so much crying.] I understand, if... [And there isn't much left of her voice, but she wants to get through at least this.] ...you don't know- what to think of me now.
[I understand if you can't rely on me like you used to which gives her a sort of quiver, standing on the precipice of getting upset all over again.]