[ For a long moment, Michael only stares. Her eyes narrow very slightly. His face is a picture she has seen a thousand times before, cast in new light. Shifted perspective re-contextualizes the whole. ]
Your love for someone doesn't die with them. [ Her tone is low, careful. She can't tell if she is horrified or sympathetic. She might be both. It feels like a cosmic farce for them to be seated here, discussing loss over drinks. He has never let himself grieve anyone or anything. And here she is, the mirror image of a woman he loved and never mourned. She feels suddenly, deeply foolish. ]
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Date: 2026-02-04 05:04 am (UTC)Your love for someone doesn't die with them. [ Her tone is low, careful. She can't tell if she is horrified or sympathetic. She might be both. It feels like a cosmic farce for them to be seated here, discussing loss over drinks. He has never let himself grieve anyone or anything. And here she is, the mirror image of a woman he loved and never mourned. She feels suddenly, deeply foolish. ]