@sheconceals asked for a LYRIC STARTER ! —— IF I COULD TELL HER from Dear Evan Hansen
HER THROAT TIGHTENS, but Katja refuses to cry. Not here. Not in front of Freyja. Her PRIDE, damn it, is too stubborn to allow for anything more than the quiver of her voice as she stands across from the woman her dearest friend has become. “ What do you do when there’s this great DIVIDE? ” Her fingertips numb, and the sensation creeps up her hands like drying paint. LET IT. She wants it to consume her. Swallow her whole. Her breath FROSTS as it leaves her lungs. “ What do you do when the distance is too wide? ”











