[ 18/08/19 : After this. ]With no warning she lashes through the ether like a sword through flesh, she's harsh and brutal, screaming and furious. There's no one emotion in her as she rips through the ether; hurt wrapped up rage and desperation not to be alone, to be loved, it's crushing and overwhelming and then she's gone, her cries echoing over the ether.
[ After minutes later, directed solely to Brooke. ]This time she's a soft sob, the breaking of tears and she's reaching for her. Brooke. She needs her, needs someone to hold her together, someone to keep her from breaking apart and she knows no one else who will sooth her, who will fix her.
Why doesn't he love me? The last is a desperate whisper riding on the wave of a sob, tear crushed and so quiet.