"You're right," Blake admits. "I guess it's not a surprise that I think about it. It's more that... I wish I didn't. I wish I could just move past it and never think about it again."
But unfortunately, that's not how trauma works.
Still, there is a tiny piece of her that feels a little lighter right now, that strange, giddy feeling she gets when she gets overemotional like a weight off her heart. She knows this hasn't solved her problems once and for all, but...
It's made her feel better. It's put that memory a little further toward the back of her thoughts.
"Thank you." Blake leans in, nudging her shoulder against Inigo's, her eyes warm. "That was probably a lot to take in, and-- I hope it didn't make you feel any differently about me. But it was nice to say it to a friend."
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But unfortunately, that's not how trauma works.
Still, there is a tiny piece of her that feels a little lighter right now, that strange, giddy feeling she gets when she gets overemotional like a weight off her heart. She knows this hasn't solved her problems once and for all, but...
It's made her feel better. It's put that memory a little further toward the back of her thoughts.
"Thank you." Blake leans in, nudging her shoulder against Inigo's, her eyes warm. "That was probably a lot to take in, and-- I hope it didn't make you feel any differently about me. But it was nice to say it to a friend."