[It takes a little force to break her out of he motion, but Elle does let go of the bottle and shirt.
Elle doesn't hate crying, nor does she see it as a sign of weakness, but she is tired of it. She's cried so many times since she woke up dead, all about pretty much the same thing. Just when she thinks she's done, it happens. Someone comforts her, pulls her in for a hug, and she just melts.
There's no sobs this time, thankfully. This time her tears are hot with frustration as she returns the hug, gripping the back of Antoni's shirt like a lifeline.]
cw: suicide discussion
Elle doesn't hate crying, nor does she see it as a sign of weakness, but she is tired of it. She's cried so many times since she woke up dead, all about pretty much the same thing. Just when she thinks she's done, it happens. Someone comforts her, pulls her in for a hug, and she just melts.
There's no sobs this time, thankfully. This time her tears are hot with frustration as she returns the hug, gripping the back of Antoni's shirt like a lifeline.]
It was just suppose to be me.