[The notes take longer to fade away than they would have in the real world, humming softly along the ether long after his words faded and verbal silence stretched between them.
Irene is rarely at a loss for words, but as the tune sinks in, weaving its way deep into her subconscious, she finds herself experiencing exactly that.
And it feels like giving in, like losing.
Silence stretches brittle until she has to break it and ,for her, the words are almost clumsy.]
It's everyone's dream, isn't it? To go to their own funeral and see what lies people tell about them?
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Irene is rarely at a loss for words, but as the tune sinks in, weaving its way deep into her subconscious, she finds herself experiencing exactly that.
And it feels like giving in, like losing.
Silence stretches brittle until she has to break it and ,for her, the words are almost clumsy.]
It's everyone's dream, isn't it? To go to their own funeral and see what lies people tell about them?