[She feels panic welling in her stomach again, a whirlwind of anxiety overtaking any sense of focus she'd had, the aching sadness she'd been feeling finally having a real and definite cause.
She pulls away from him, a gloved hand covering her eyes as her breathing grows increasingly quick.]
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She pulls away from him, a gloved hand covering her eyes as her breathing grows increasingly quick.]
I'm dead, aren't I?