[Frisk's words come at her through a thick haze, her mind moving sluggishly... or rather, her mind being everywhere at once: in the room with her memory, in Arcadia Bay, in Wonderland when Chloe was here, in Wonderland when she wasn't. Thoughts swirl chaotically, but revolve always around the central theme of just... plainly missing the girl she loves. Loneliness and regret spiraling around one another...
But a few words make it through. She fights a sob long enough to hear them talk about it never going away, but maybe it does, and he'd tell her. That would be... nice.
She lets the breath out in a long, shaky exhalation that makes her shoulders tremble. And their hand is there, squeezing gently. Her own hand comes up to grip Frisk's. Then she's drawing in a long breath, trying to breathe properly, but it's so difficult, and her stomach hurts...
Shh, shh... her own mind seems to tell her.
Another long exhale escapes her. While it edges on being a sob and she still shakes with it, it's quieter. She lets her head down again to rest against her knees.]
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But a few words make it through. She fights a sob long enough to hear them talk about it never going away, but maybe it does, and he'd tell her. That would be... nice.
She lets the breath out in a long, shaky exhalation that makes her shoulders tremble. And their hand is there, squeezing gently. Her own hand comes up to grip Frisk's. Then she's drawing in a long breath, trying to breathe properly, but it's so difficult, and her stomach hurts...
Shh, shh... her own mind seems to tell her.
Another long exhale escapes her. While it edges on being a sob and she still shakes with it, it's quieter. She lets her head down again to rest against her knees.]
N-not real...