[the memory of those feelings is starting to make her feel ill once more and the fact that she's still hungover doesn't help. She curls up in his arms, wrapping her arms around herself]
I don't care if it's normal, I still hate it. It felt like...a hole had been ripped through me.
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Date: 2009-02-14 02:00 am (UTC)I don't care if it's normal, I still hate it. It felt like...a hole had been ripped through me.