The quiet of the sims room seemed to mock her, daring her to take advantage. Warning her of warnings, telling her to help. All she could hear was the sound of double breathing, one after the other. First her's then Plourr's. And the feeling of her bare arm pressing against the smooth fabric on Plourr's.
"It never really goes away. Not really. You just learn to keep going and sometimes it gets healed."
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The quiet of the sims room seemed to mock her, daring her to take advantage. Warning her of warnings, telling her to help. All she could hear was the sound of double breathing, one after the other. First her's then Plourr's. And the feeling of her bare arm pressing against the smooth fabric on Plourr's.
"It never really goes away. Not really. You just learn to keep going and sometimes it gets healed."
Sometimes, it gets broken worse than it was.
An endless pain.