I wrote something non-academic for the first time in months. It is, really, nothing, in that it doesn't need to be in the main story. But I wrote it so I guess I'll do something with it. Nicolette and Alyss live again!
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Nicolette woke to Alyss crying. It sounded breathless, wet, in the dark of their shared room, more silence than noise. She wanted to do…something. That’s what you were supposed to do for a crying person, right? Nicolette, as always, didn’t have a clue what to do. So she did nothing but listen as a half-stranger cried to herself in her dreams. She stared up at the paneled ceiling, tracing the grain of the wood by lamplight. After a half-hour, maybe more, the sound of crying faded to background noise, and a memory wormed its way up through the gravel in her head. She remembered crying like that not too long ago. She remembered the feeling of her chest sucking in with each sob. She remembered Daisy, wrapping a blanket around her, bringing cold water, caring. Nicolette blinked up at the wood grains again, Alyss now sleeping quietly. The quiet was worse than the sobs.
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