[ The whole time, the half-finished picture of Max continues to look at her. Consoling, kind. Just like Max. God, what an infuriating girl, really. Even after all these years, she can't help but...
Chloe cries. She doesn't care if someone comes in, she'll tell them to fuck right off. (If she can.) She never wanted to-- she wanted to live, or something. Her sobs won't subside for awhile. Eventually, she'll just lean her forehead against the canvas, so she'll just leave it there.
She's waiting to just feel hollowed out, like how her dad's death made her feel, but...that's not happening. Dealing with the aftermath of this one, it might be a little different. ]
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Chloe cries. She doesn't care if someone comes in, she'll tell them to fuck right off. (If she can.) She never wanted to-- she wanted to live, or something. Her sobs won't subside for awhile. Eventually, she'll just lean her forehead against the canvas, so she'll just leave it there.
She's waiting to just feel hollowed out, like how her dad's death made her feel, but...that's not happening. Dealing with the aftermath of this one, it might be a little different. ]