[She smiles, soft and sweet and wistful, and nods, hangs up, gets up from her bed one last time. The door falls shut behind her and she's trying hard not to cry, because she's never going to walk this route again, she's never going to get to go see Elena again just because, they're never going to have lunch dates in the garden again, they're never--]
[Shouldn't think about it. She bites her lip and swallows her tears by the time she gets to Elena's door, and knocks lightly, leaning against the doorframe.]
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[Shouldn't think about it. She bites her lip and swallows her tears by the time she gets to Elena's door, and knocks lightly, leaning against the doorframe.]