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Date: 2013-09-01 03:30 am (UTC)
floozyfacade: (negative) sad (I'll be the one who'll break my heart)
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"Oh, Chris." Olive closes her eyes a moment, feeling like the world is spinning. She feels on a gut level that something horribly, deeply wrong has happened, but she still can't quite wrap her mind around it. Something is wrong, like the whole world has gone off its axis, but the idea of Chris dying, of her Chris being dead, is too much to fathom.

She freezes up, stands stock still, tries to remain calm. It's hard to fight against the threat of tears that come with the very idea of it, but this isn't about her. The thought is reflexive. This isn't her, this is something that happened to him, and she's not going to let herself make this about her by crying. Even if she can't entirely help it, stepping forward to wrap her arms around him.
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