[ It takes her a second before she can even understand what feeling this place is evoking in her, and the scream of realization dies before it ever hits her throat. Though she doesn't know why, she knows intimately, in her very soul, that she will die alone in this space. That there will never be anyone else, just her and her thoughts, echoing in perpetuity, until her mind is gone and she can't go on anymore.
She's never felt this way before, but it's so familiar.
Lloyd takes her hand and she looks at him dumbly, having forgotten he was there. But he is there, so why does she feel so alone? She can barely parse what he's saying, and when she does, she can't make her legs move. ]
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She's never felt this way before, but it's so familiar.
Lloyd takes her hand and she looks at him dumbly, having forgotten he was there. But he is there, so why does she feel so alone? She can barely parse what he's saying, and when she does, she can't make her legs move. ]
It's so empty.