[the guttural howl of her younger friend transforming into something bigger and stronger than he's ever been in front of her makes Lina howl herself—with laughter, laughter so shrill and piercing that even as she meanders her way through the enormous room they're in, flooding with flames that the snow and chill outside can't come close to dousing, she can't stop. she feels light. she feels free in the worst way possible. she's been keeping all of this inside for so long, so so so long, her love, her anger, and all of her sorrow, they all come pouring from her with each blow of her fist against walls and screens and melting glass.]
[and before too long, she slumps over, she stops her dance, and tears are streaming down her face and her fists pound into the floor instead. she's not losing strength, but she's going easier on it. after all, she needs the floor to walk on. she needs ground to stand on so she can keep moving forward. but it's still shattering under her touch. she's still laughing; her chest is heaving and her eyes are open and she feels like her body is burning up. but this room feels like it's ruined. it feels like she's done. like she's finally gotten all this out and she can do other things with her life. she feels like she's...]
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[and before too long, she slumps over, she stops her dance, and tears are streaming down her face and her fists pound into the floor instead. she's not losing strength, but she's going easier on it. after all, she needs the floor to walk on. she needs ground to stand on so she can keep moving forward. but it's still shattering under her touch. she's still laughing; her chest is heaving and her eyes are open and she feels like her body is burning up. but this room feels like it's ruined. it feels like she's done. like she's finally gotten all this out and she can do other things with her life. she feels like she's...]
[she feels happy in the hollowest way.]