After a few attempts to check it, there is a storm of tears. The wing is better than a blanket fort. She is trembling from the force of the tears when they finally dry up. With the back of her hands she scrubs at her eyes, and oddly, as the angel had said it would, she feels a little better.
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Date: 2017-07-12 09:05 pm (UTC)"Why do you understand so well?" she whispers.