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“You didn’t miss much, really.” – for Carys Caldbeck !
carys can’t deny that she’s a clumsy girl, often not even needing a reason to trip over her own two feet. she couldn’t and wouldn’t take the fall for the scene laid out before her.
she can feel her anxiety spike, emerald eyes the size of saucers as she stutters out, “ wh— i-i was gone for TWO MINUTES! ” her hands flex, clenching and unclenching as a self-soothing gesture, and she takes in a deep breath to calm her nerves.
she doesn’t know how she’s going to explain the fact that a handful of the bookcases are KNOCKED OVER. in truth, it looks like a tornado had shot through the library in her brief absence.
her worried gaze settles on scott. “ what happened—?! ”
'I believe that everything happens for a reason.' – for Nancy Wheeler !
nancy thinks back over the years to everything that’s happened. she futzes with her hands, the tips of her manicured nails leaving crescent shaped marks in their wake as she flexes her fingers. thinking back on the trauma she and the others had endured always spiked her anxiety, despite her attempts to shove it down, not think about it, and move on.
however, she thinks about will going missing, barb dying, no one believing a word she says, the slut-shaming, being looked down upon by her bosses, and the gaslighting from those around her. the lying, the danger, all the scars that came with it… did it all happen for a reason ? why was it that she had to go through all of that bullshit ? why did it have to happen in the first place ? sure, it’s succeeded in making her a stronger person, but at what cost ?
for what reason had her teenage girl years been snatched away from her ? she couldn’t think of one.
“ must be nice to be able to believe that, ” she replies in a mumble, not meeting his gaze. “ i wish i could believe it, too. ”
"I feel like you killed that guy." – for Michael Wheeler !
mike had hardly been known for his upper body strength. gym class always left him winded—though the asthma didn’t help—and he knew that he had noodle arms. so, maybe he put more momentum behind his swing than intended when he hit the guy over the head with a shovel, but he hadn’t thought it would be enough to actually kill him.
“ what are you talking about ? ” mike asked, incredulously. “ i didn’t kill him ! he’s just—knocked out. i didn’t hit him that hard, and besides, it was in self-defense ! ”