Shelley laughs lightly, warmly, hand resting loosely on his shoulder. (She is already crying, helpless, strangling as heavy blackness presses down over her vision. A tiny shake of the head- No, I... don't want to die) "Evidently you will."
(Her lower lip caught between her teeth to hold back a cry)
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(She is already crying, helpless, strangling as heavy blackness presses down over her vision. A tiny shake of the head- No, I... don't want to die)
"Evidently you will."
(Her lower lip caught between her teeth to hold back a cry)