It's a slow movement, her raising her tear-filled eyes over the curve of her knees so she can see him, but Howard will note they're no longer red. They're the same color as her hair now -- purple.
Perhaps she had overestimated herself, thinking she could pull off madness for long. After a guilty nod, she reaches out, her hand in his, allowing him to pull her off the platform.]
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It's a slow movement, her raising her tear-filled eyes over the curve of her knees so she can see him, but Howard will note they're no longer red. They're the same color as her hair now -- purple.
Perhaps she had overestimated herself, thinking she could pull off madness for long. After a guilty nod, she reaches out, her hand in his, allowing him to pull her off the platform.]
I'm sorry, that you had to see me this way.