[ She reaches up, rubbing at the ache in her chest. Deep creases line her forehead, and she doesn't look straight at him, but off into the middle distance, as if at some far away image. ]
Blue and glowing, like this thing in our chests. I think I was someone else.
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[ She reaches up, rubbing at the ache in her chest. Deep creases line her forehead, and she doesn't look straight at him, but off into the middle distance, as if at some far away image. ]
Blue and glowing, like this thing in our chests. I think I was someone else.