[it doesn't matter what kind of hug she's getting as long as it's genuine and she doesn't feel like anything Chandra could give would be anything less than that. she's not even drunk yet and she's already spilling shit like this. when she wakes up tomorrow, she's going to regret so much of this. she can already tell.]

It's so stupid. I don't even know if she's gone. I feel like... [sniff. okay. no. she can't keep talking about this or she's going to cry. she just lets the sentence die there, then, and lets herself breathe for... however long it takes. she doesn't know what time is anymore.]

[when she's ready to speak again, her voice doesn't have much more confidence. but there's a little bit more, and that's the important part.]

I thought I wouldn't have to worry about anything ever again as long as I had her. But I just have to... remember how I got by without her before. I made it pretty far without her.