[She drops her head, staring down at herself, her knees, the pretty secondhand fabric skimming over them because she'd worn this dress for him, worn it to be looked at, because she likes him and she likes the attention he shows her and now it's all going to be gone. Gone, because the city isn't safe. Gone, because of who she is, what she is.
She doesn't even realize she's crying until something hot and damp spatters against the back of her hand, and she realizes her eyes feel swollen and tight with the blur of the tears in them.]
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She doesn't even realize she's crying until something hot and damp spatters against the back of her hand, and she realizes her eyes feel swollen and tight with the blur of the tears in them.]
M...Maybe I should...go...