A/N: Trigger warning, Airplane Disasters, continued!
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My hand clutches the countertop edge. Panic and despair from the young woman who had… so much life left. It feels too real over the recording.
"I… I don't want to…"
I'm very glad it is granite and not something that would crack or creak under my enhanced strength. Maybe it's a good thing she ignored my offer to hold her hand. I might have just crushed it.
"Anise… I should have… I should have told you more often that I appreciated you. Like, I knew you were never trying to change me. Not really. You're just a fashion snob. I love you anyway."
With every word, I can hear her rebounding. Hear how she's finding a purpose again.
"But all those times you let me crash at your place when Mom was being... you know. Of course you know, she's your sister. You remember that one time-"
