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[Which means she probably isn't coming back. Which means if she does come back, she probably won't remember this place. She did remember last time, but that wasn't the norm. That was an amazing fluke.

She feels the weird burning in her eyes she's come to recognize as a sign she's about to cry. No. She blinks rapidly, trying to force the feeling back down. No. She already hates crying. If there's one thing she misses about her old shitty eyes, it's that they never produced fucking tears. She swallows down the lump in her throat and looks to Clementine instead.]

Are you okay? I know how close you two were.

( instinct nearly takes over. i'm okay gets trapped in her throat, but she can't get the words out. she doesn't know if it's because the words are a lie or because her version of okay has turned into some consistent level of heartache and pain. she doesn't fully feel any of it, because she doesn't want to. it's possible to get numb to everything.

because how do people move forward then if they felt everything there is to feel?

she doesn't know what's right or not. emotions are hard. they're hard for georgia too. her throat strangles and then doesn't. her gaze lands on her quiet concern, a question too. what's the right thing? feeling it or holding it back? )

Are you? ( there's a pause. ) Seems like warm people are always taken so fast. ( her parents, lee, luke. in meaningless ways. and iris. she was so warm, and she's alive so it shouldn't hurt like this. the world just feels colder without that warmth. ) At least she's home with her family.

[Georgia's always okay. Georgia hasn't been okay in a very long time.

She has Shaun. When it comes down to it, if she lost everything else in the world and still had Shaun, she'd still be okay on some level. But she still wakes up screaming every night. No, she's not okay. But she doesn't know whether Iris' absence changes the level of not okay she is.]

And her home's not like our home. She has things to look forward to. In a way, this is good for her.

[It just sucks for those left behind.]

I'm... glad we made up. I know she wouldn't remember either way, but I'd hate it if our last conversation had been a fight.

( Clementine nods as her hands become little, useless fists at her sides, and she swallows thickly. She knows how much Iris must have missed her dad and her brother. She's grateful she gets to go back to them even if she can't shake the way it feels.

Somewhere deep down. )

I'd hate for that too.

( She shakes her head. )

It's good you made up. It's hard enough losing someone without having something unfinished between you. ( Throw in a fight as a last conversation, it's that much harder. )

Yes. Thank you for that.

[If it hadn't been for Clementine's intervention, it might not have happened. This quickly, anyway.]

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