[Marianna lays her head down on her pillow, pulling the quilt over her shoulders as she brings her phone close to her ear. Artemy's voice was raspy and rough but the song he gives her settles the initial uneasiness, working with the sound of the blood rain to atmosphere more tolerable.
She's reminded of Maxim's cadence. It pains her to think of him all of a sudden, but it was better to let the memory of him rise to the surface rather than try to stuff it back down. He was probably doing fine. Then she remembers her grandfather's voice, singing songs throughout the day when she was younger and then her father... (Did he sing? He must have. Maybe. He fell silent around her.)]
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Date: 2022-07-11 05:09 am (UTC)She's reminded of Maxim's cadence. It pains her to think of him all of a sudden, but it was better to let the memory of him rise to the surface rather than try to stuff it back down. He was probably doing fine. Then she remembers her grandfather's voice, singing songs throughout the day when she was younger and then her father... (Did he sing? He must have. Maybe. He fell silent around her.)]
I like it.
It's good medicine.