[...O-Oh. That's...that's kind of strange, isn't it? Because Rohan's a little kid, he's just little and it's her job to take care of him, so he's not the one who usually says something like that. That's what she says, when he finishes a new drawing or does well in school. That's what she says, accompanied by a ruffle of his hair and a laugh and a squeeze. She's proud of him, because she is, that's how it is.
But this time it's the other way around. This time it's her, and the sentences aren't long but she reads them again and again. Reimi, I'm proud of you. And what a long way a single offhand sentence like that can go toward cutting away ugly lingering thoughts, ones that whisper things like It was better that you died and Everyone moved on without you.
Rohan's proud of her.
She's sort of glad that this is only text, because it means that no one sees it when she claps her hand over her mouth and smiles shakily into it, trying to figure out the right thing to say.]
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But this time it's the other way around. This time it's her, and the sentences aren't long but she reads them again and again. Reimi, I'm proud of you. And what a long way a single offhand sentence like that can go toward cutting away ugly lingering thoughts, ones that whisper things like It was better that you died and Everyone moved on without you.
Rohan's proud of her.
She's sort of glad that this is only text, because it means that no one sees it when she claps her hand over her mouth and smiles shakily into it, trying to figure out the right thing to say.]