[ the pressure feels like it is expanding in her chest, pressed to her ribs like sticky tar. it's too much. her hands flex and relax as the woman draws herself out of grace's arms and turns to gripping her instead. she can't keep thinking about daniel and alex, not when it is dark, not in the looming shadow of the house, not with strong hands clutching her biceps where she dreams of alex's phantom touch.
her lips purse as she swallows it down, shoves it down. she can have a panic attack in the solitude of her own room, actually. ]
Honey, you do all these things for him, but what about you?
[ maybe she was better off without a family, she isn't consumed with this sense of obligation and familiar piety. ]
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her lips purse as she swallows it down, shoves it down. she can have a panic attack in the solitude of her own room, actually. ]
Honey, you do all these things for him, but what about you?
[ maybe she was better off without a family, she isn't consumed with this sense of obligation and familiar piety. ]