[ She opens her eyes again, but keeps them trained on the path. She can feel his gaze on her like actual warmth on her skin. Assessing, gauging, judging, never too much or too harshly. ]
It was a long month.
[ Her voice is quiet. A little rough around the edges. She can barely think about Halloween without wanting to cry.
The whole month was a haze of grief for her.
But she won't tell him that. Best let him think it's mostly Halloween. ]
Do you remember what happened on Halloween last year?
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It was a long month.
[ Her voice is quiet. A little rough around the edges. She can barely think about Halloween without wanting to cry.
The whole month was a haze of grief for her.
But she won't tell him that. Best let him think it's mostly Halloween. ]
Do you remember what happened on Halloween last year?