[There's not much recognition left to what she rattles off - none that he seems to have the energy to react to. But there's a subtle softening to the space around the dark voids of his eyes, the smoky rasping of every inhale.]
I wonder if he's ever been as happy as he is when he's with you.
I don't remember. But... I think, maybe, it feels true.
...
I hope, even if your heart feels angry... always let people love you, Kara.
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I wonder if he's ever been as happy as he is when he's with you.
I don't remember. But... I think, maybe, it feels true.
...
I hope, even if your heart feels angry... always let people love you, Kara.