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“I think,” Anya choked, swallowing back her tears. “I…I think that things are going to be okay.” She could barely feel herself, her mind was all numb and fuzzy yet she still felt every sensation. The grinding of her bones, the way the spit pooled in her mouth and dribbled down her lip, everything. She could feel her parted mouth gaping in the air, letting out low mumbles as Curly’s blue eyes pierced into her figure. He let out a whimper. He wanted to do something, he truly did, but he couldn’t. He was stuck as always. Stuck on that day, on that conversation, on the way tears pricked and fell from Anya’s eyes. He’d always thought she had beautiful eyes. Like something out of a painting, filled with a melancholy that was hard to decipher. He wanted to know her, and she wanted to know him. Maybe if they had met in a different way, things would be okay. She cocked her head ever so slightly, gazing at Curly with wet eyes. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, her pale face etched into one twisted. Her thin eyebrows were perked up, her lips and cheeks rosy. She hiccuped for air, letting out a low sob as she leaned back against the wall. “I’m sorry, captain. I couldn’t- I couldn’t keep my promise to you,” she sobbed, doubling over as she retched. “Fuck!” she hissed, grabbing at her shaking arms. Anya had always thought that an overdose was a peaceful death. Why was she feeling so horrible? Was it fear? It was probably fear. What was Jimmy going to do when he found all this out? Curly’s marred mouth twitched, a whine coming out of him as his round eyes wetted. “A…A…” he tried to speak, groaning. “I’m sorry, captain,” she repeated. Anya clutched at the fabric of her jeans, fighting through the nausea. She could feel spit pooling in her mouth, the world spinning around her as she felt everything in her chest. She shook, clutching at her mouth as she took deep breaths. She could barely make anything out. The room was fuzzy and all her insides felt bad. She thought she threw up, but she wasn’t exactly sure. She couldn’t see anymore and her heartbeat was ringing in her ears, fading in and out as it slowed. Things were going to be okay. Maybe she could see Curly again at some point, in some other life. Maybe then they could have their happy ending.