Mar 17, 2017
Beware the Ides of March. || Grace / Jane
Grace bit her lip, looking back to the door from her spot on the floor. Arms wrapped around her knees, holding her legs closely to her chest, she felt as though the world was sitting on her shoulders, and she didn’t know what to do to get it off.
Or, at least, the one thing she could think of doing was something she couldn’t bring herself to do.
And now, here she was, waiting for the older girl to come into her mess of a room -- thank God Jules was somewhere else that night; or there’d be a whole other problem to deal with -- trying to will herself to stop crying.
It wasn’t working.
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