[ She wants to yell something but that requires air and she's still trying to keep what air she has in her lungs, so Terry makes it to the bench before she tries to shrug him off. The claim of "I'm fine" gets caught in her throat, and when she tries to say "God, I wish you'd just leave me alone," that doesn't come out either— it's too much like when she was little, all these words jumbled up in her head and she couldn't get anything out, not even a "hello" or a "thank you" and all she can do is sit and cry and feel sorry for herself.
It's hard to breathe when she cries too, so she'll just focus on stopping that first, rubbing her sleeves over her eyes to get the tears to stop, trying to take deep breaths that keep getting interrupted by hiccups.
Oh, this really sucks.
Terry must have dropped his candy to help her here. And he'd looked so excited about it, too. ]
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It's hard to breathe when she cries too, so she'll just focus on stopping that first, rubbing her sleeves over her eyes to get the tears to stop, trying to take deep breaths that keep getting interrupted by hiccups.
Oh, this really sucks.
Terry must have dropped his candy to help her here. And he'd looked so excited about it, too. ]
...Sorry... I didn't...
[ Who's ruining whose night? ]