Things are different, though. Different and calmer - and the want, the need, is gone, replaced with a sort of sorrow.
Effy hugs her, one day, later.
"I'm sorry," she whispers, and this is a broken Effy - this is Effy needing and hurting and Panda just holds her, wonders at herself from so long ago (to think that Effy couldn't fall any further than she had).
"Don't be," and she pats her head.
"I," and a pause, "I love you, Panda."
"Love you, too, Ef," she murmurs, kissing the top of her head. (And there's so much further to go, so much more to get through, but for now they can rest, can pause.) "Always."
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(Panda doesn't dream about Effy anymore.)
*
They aren't broken. Not forever.
Things are different, though. Different and calmer - and the want, the need, is gone, replaced with a sort of sorrow.
Effy hugs her, one day, later.
"I'm sorry," she whispers, and this is a broken Effy - this is Effy needing and hurting and Panda just holds her, wonders at herself from so long ago (to think that Effy couldn't fall any further than she had).
"Don't be," and she pats her head.
"I," and a pause, "I love you, Panda."
"Love you, too, Ef," she murmurs, kissing the top of her head. (And there's so much further to go, so much more to get through, but for now they can rest, can pause.) "Always."
Always she will.