She blinked when he moved. Then her head dipped because she didn't know how she should react. All she could remember was being the last one.
How much it had wounded her. Then they came back but it wasn't them.
"It was worse than getting kicked after falling. I always knew that... That heavy is the brow that the crown must rest on. The always say that. But they never tell you how much your heart will bleed."
She squeezes his hand. She's trying to push the memories away but they're very strong right now.
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