[ Allison's voice, though it is not hers, edges ironic, and she very specifically doesn't lift her eyes as she turns her own hand in Gabriel's larger ones, painting a nail. Both because it takes focus to do anything with his larger hands, but also because after reading his message to her, there's just something too biting ironic to it is. ]
-- this isn't even my voice. It's yours, and I'm already going to miss it.
Each word I use is already one closer to whenever this ends and I have none of them again, not really, and I spend a week, or two, three, regretting every word I never figured out how to say when I had the chance to say them. Even if it wasn't my own voice it was being said in. It's one step closer still than I had before this happened.
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[ Allison's voice, though it is not hers, edges ironic, and she very specifically doesn't lift her eyes as she turns her own hand in Gabriel's larger ones, painting a nail. Both because it takes focus to do anything with his larger hands, but also because after reading his message to her, there's just something too biting ironic to it is. ]
-- this isn't even my voice. It's yours, and I'm already going to miss it.
Each word I use is already one closer to whenever this ends and I have none of them again, not really, and I spend a week, or two, three, regretting every word I never figured out how to say when I had the chance to say them. Even if it wasn't my own voice it was being said in. It's one step closer still than I had before this happened.