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                    _{Columbia  took  MEEK,    SMALL  steps  behind  Liz,    arms  outstretched  with  the  intention  to  catch  her  if  she  lost  her  footing    (  which  would  be  NO  SURPRISE  as  she  stumbled  around  so  ).    Small  frame  was  SLOWLY  LOWERED  into  a  kneel  onto  the  dirtied  carpet,    hands  resting  upon  the  older  woman’s  thigh.    Eyes  were  QUICK  TO  WIDEN  once  the  truth  that  Liz  blamed  herself  was  vocalized.    Her  palms  quickly  moved  to  grasp  either  of  Liz’s  forearms.    ❝    NO,    it  isn’t,    ❞    she  said  in  a  firm  voice.    ❝    You  saw  the  best  in  her,    it  isn’t  YOUR  FAULT  that  she  isn’t  what  you  thought,    ❞    Anger  directed  towards  the  woman  who  had  WRONGED  her  friend  so  severely  flared  within  her  chest.    ❝    This  is  not  your  fault,    ❞    she  said  again.    ❝    SHE  did  this,    and  she’ll  get  what’s  comin’,    ❞    Columbia’s  voice  grew  quieter  with  each  word  as  a  LUMP  formed  in  her  throat.    It  was  just  so  wrong.    What  kind  of  universe  would  allow  such  an  INJUSTICE  OCCUR    ???    Columbia  took  a  deep  breath  and  wiped  at  the  corners  of  her  eyes  to  catch  the  tears  which  had  BEGUN  TO  BUD  yet  again.    Why  couldn’t  she  just  keep  herself  together  for  Liz    ???}

                                 ^{ATTEMPT   after   fruitless   attempt   to   stop   the   tears   rolling   down   splotchy   cheeks,    she’s   given   up   :    hopeless   endeavors   to   gather   herself,   to   square   her   shoulders   &   pretend   to   be   okay,   ceasing.   the   previous   desire   to   keep   up   the   act   of   normalcy   for   columbia’s   sake   is    gone,   a   broken,    aching    heart    now   ruling   where   a   once   wise,   world - weary   mind   had   resided.   a   feeble   protest   to   the   younger’s   resolute   statements   is   expressed   through   the   shaking   of   her   head,   hands   parting   from   their   light   hold.          ❛          i   should’ve   never   even     –––          ❜          stopping,   unable   to  continue,   the    bitter   tang   of   regret   pooling   ‘pon   her   tongue,   ridden   with   denial   &   blame.   tristan’s   blood   is   on   her   hands   :   an   irrefutable   fact   set   out   to   plague   her   bleeding   heart.   a   heavy   shudder   of   a   sigh   harrows   a   frail   chest,   an   effort   to   catch   her   breath,   &   without   fully   realizing   the   weight   of   her   actions,   she   rests   stained   palms   on   top   of   columbia’s.   at   long   last,   she   manages   to   make   some   semblance   of   eye   contact   with   the   younger    ––     fleeting,   but   there     ––     makeup  in   ruins,   with   words   still   but   a   meager   whisper,              ❛          i’m   sorry      ––      i   don’t   mean   to  .  .  .  burden   you   like   this.         ❜}

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