"Okay," Kimmy draws out slowly, and for a moment it's tempting to bounce up and down on her toes and exclaim that she's not really here, but that's never gotten her anywhere. Wherever she is and whatever's going on, she'll have to face it head on.
Things can't possibly be worse than they've been, anyway, not when she can feel the sun against her and breathe in fresh, non–recycled air. Fifteen years sure have put into perspective whatever triviality had sent her running away from her mom. "I think I can handle it," she says, then swallows, stands a little taller. "I can."
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Date: 2015-09-14 09:51 am (UTC)Things can't possibly be worse than they've been, anyway, not when she can feel the sun against her and breathe in fresh, non–recycled air. Fifteen years sure have put into perspective whatever triviality had sent her running away from her mom. "I think I can handle it," she says, then swallows, stands a little taller. "I can."