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norah didn’t always address her feelings. not because she wasn’t full of them, but because she figured nobody really cared, nor had time for her problems alongside her own. she didn’t admit to how much of a failure she felt, nor how unlovable she considered herself to be. she’d never confessed to how long it took her to fall asleep at night and no word had been uttered about her inability to feel close to anyone. however, she trusted them. she trusted them and in her own, little ways...she needed them to know it. she can see they’re starting to collect their things together, so it’s without a space to breathe that she speaks, “don’t --” it’s muttered with such grave urgency, swallowing back her inner panic. there was no need for that. “...don’t go. you don’t have to go...” trailing off, she exhales, realising it’s time to admit what she wants, instead of putting it all on them. as usual. “please stay with me tonight. i don’t want to be alone.”










