[He's escaped to the library. He stands at a writing desk, his hands braced against its surface, head bowed. His shoulders move with slow, shuddering breaths.
As usual, in these moments, he doesn't hear her.
Awful, that enough of these moments have happened for there to be a "usual."]
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As usual, in these moments, he doesn't hear her.
Awful, that enough of these moments have happened for there to be a "usual."]