she thinks about it, long after her gaze has focused and his features arrange themselves- familiarity and sense- but Hayley decides not to waste the breath. they're probably numbered by now. and honestly, there's no telling if there's even a cure to find. or if there was, that the group would make it back.
the corner of her mouth moves into what might have been a wry smile, but doesn't have the energy to make it. her entire body feels bruised, and Hayley knows she's losing control of her limbs. it's disgusting.
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she thinks about it, long after her gaze has focused and his features arrange themselves- familiarity and sense- but Hayley decides not to waste the breath. they're probably numbered by now. and honestly, there's no telling if there's even a cure to find. or if there was, that the group would make it back.
the corner of her mouth moves into what might have been a wry smile, but doesn't have the energy to make it. her entire body feels bruised, and Hayley knows she's losing control of her limbs. it's disgusting.
her voice is a breath. ]
Yeah. Maybe.