Even if her eyes are so much more downcast than they should ever be, even if her smile has lost the bravery to exist, even if her voice is missing the purity of her sweetness in favour of something which carries the fear borne of heartbreak, she is here. She is alive. None of what she's saying registers but that doesn't matter. Nothing matters--nothing exists--except this moment, this sister, this life in front of her, no less vibrant than it was before even if something is dampening its light.]
[There is so much she wants to say but words barely exist to her either. Just one manages to slip out, as much a gasp for air as it is a question.]
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[Euphy.
She is Euphy.
Even if her eyes are so much more downcast than they should ever be, even if her smile has lost the bravery to exist, even if her voice is missing the purity of her sweetness in favour of something which carries the fear borne of heartbreak, she is here. She is alive. None of what she's saying registers but that doesn't matter. Nothing matters--nothing exists--except this moment, this sister, this life in front of her, no less vibrant than it was before even if something is dampening its light.]
[There is so much she wants to say but words barely exist to her either. Just one manages to slip out, as much a gasp for air as it is a question.]
...how?