SHE WAS helpless.

Holding the slip of paper in her hand, she could hear somewhere inside of her crumbling. She wasn't sure anymore.

She knew she shouldn't feel this way, or at least this bad.

I have expected this.

She had expected it.

It wasn't anything that she couldn't foresee.

After all, what better could she have gotten with what she'd shown?

She needed to get used to it. She was trying to get used to it.

To falling.

She was not like this before.