More than anything else, though, the two of them had the look of people who had seen half their immediate family brutally and senselessly torn apart over the course of one terrible hour.
Literally all the men we know of in that family.
These women are not having a good day.
As though they’d had their hearts torn out of their chests and were somehow still standing. It wasn’t that I had seen anyone in those circumstances before, but that look existed, and they had it.
I like this analogy.
It was painful to look at. It reminded me of when my mom had died. I’d been in a similar state.
The feeels– And just as I paste that into the liveblog post, Nyan Cat starts playing.
Maybe I should switch to a less varied, more fitting playlist.
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