[ no, something small in her mind whispers, and sonia's chest seizes, and now she finds she really can't breathe, her last breath trapped in her lungs. for a moment there's no trace of the angry, hurt woman hurling the most painful blows she could come up with, verbal and physical. for a moment instead there sits half-sprawled on the floor a scared and hurt girl, more vulnerable than she's ever realized she could be, and she isn't shaking, but she might as well be. she doesn't get up from the floor, just watches byerly and tries to swallow. her mouth opens, her throat works, but nothing comes out. she feels suddenly, nauseatingly hopeful, burning up in the back of her throat before she can swallow it down. no. there's nothing to hope for here. there is no hope here. there is no hope here...
she can't think of anything to say. she can't even bring herself to get up from the floor. and then her breath comes back in a rush, and she starts to cry. ]
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she can't think of anything to say. she can't even bring herself to get up from the floor. and then her breath comes back in a rush, and she starts to cry. ]