My— Oh. [She reaches up to touch at her neck and the deep marks there, suddenly feeling cold. It shouldn’t be like that. It should be a butterfly-shaped mark, born from another’s hands, not a rope—
She blinks rapidly a few times and sways before she steadies herself again.]
I... It’s fine. It hurts. But it’s fine. [The pain will never go away, as far as she knows. Not that she thinks she deserve it to in the first place. But there’s also no use hiding it either; what happened had happened and what was the point of keeping quiet about it anymore?]
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She blinks rapidly a few times and sways before she steadies herself again.]
I... It’s fine. It hurts. But it’s fine. [The pain will never go away, as far as she knows. Not that she thinks she deserve it to in the first place. But there’s also no use hiding it either; what happened had happened and what was the point of keeping quiet about it anymore?]
I was hanged. Am I alive now somehow...?