It certainly feels that way, at least here –– the never finding someone. Back home she can at least look anyone over twenty-five in the eyes and know they have some vague memory of a world with nice pillowcases and pretty mirrors and mood lighting. Over thirty-five, a real shared sense of being robbed, not at gunpoint or in some base mugging, but of being left with nothing. No family, no friends, no loved ones, nothing. Anything you could make, taken again, if you ever really had it in the first place, if you don't throw it away first to spare yourself the grief.
No one here is going to get it.
Ellie doesn't even get it. That stings most, and most obviously. That kid will never understand what it's like to be in this place like this, no matter how old she gets.
Tess feels her chest tighten. Something at the base of her throat constricts like a hand's been wound around it.
She turns away, paces.
"It doesn't fucking matter when I learned when I get shitty reminders of it every day," she replies, voice lower. "Can't even get away from them here."
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WILLIAM :'(
No one here is going to get it.
Ellie doesn't even get it. That stings most, and most obviously. That kid will never understand what it's like to be in this place like this, no matter how old she gets.
Tess feels her chest tighten. Something at the base of her throat constricts like a hand's been wound around it.
She turns away, paces.
"It doesn't fucking matter when I learned when I get shitty reminders of it every day," she replies, voice lower. "Can't even get away from them here."