[ it keeps coming back to choices, and the loss that can come with them, doesn't it?
hung is getting tired of seeing this memory over and over again - it's the one that has been torn out of his chest the most, but maybe because it's the one thing that he just would never talk about openly. still, he accepts the hug, draping his arm around her and tucking his face down into her shoulder. ]
... she was my friend. And I didn't get to say goodbye.
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hung is getting tired of seeing this memory over and over again - it's the one that has been torn out of his chest the most, but maybe because it's the one thing that he just would never talk about openly. still, he accepts the hug, draping his arm around her and tucking his face down into her shoulder. ]
... she was my friend. And I didn't get to say goodbye.