[Feeling the tremor in his hands, she immediately knows what has him so concerned. Of all of them, she feels like she can be honest with Des about this if only because of their conversations before. So many in the group know about loss, about the pain that rips your heart in two, but there's been so much more that she's weathered, and she knows that he understands those echoes of pain as well.
Still, she knows that none of them want to see her like this, want to know that she's still so easily drawn into a darker place. Perhaps she should have lied to him, but that never felt right to do.]
I don't think there was anything you or anyone else could have done differently.
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Still, she knows that none of them want to see her like this, want to know that she's still so easily drawn into a darker place. Perhaps she should have lied to him, but that never felt right to do.]
I don't think there was anything you or anyone else could have done differently.