
SHE DIDN’T WANT to cry. not in front of seth. kate wants so badly to be INVULNERABLE, unphased by the events of the past months - but she’s still just a girl, despite everything. the dreams come like clockwork when she sleeps, a sick sort of undulation that there’s no getting around. so she’s fought to keep from resting, tooth and nail. she managed four days before the full-sized motel room bed lulled her to sleep. kate only managed two hours before this, though, before her own SCREAMS and tears woke her up. she can’t talk about the things she sees. there’s a bad enough taste in her mouth as it is. she needs something to cling to, anyway, and seth, bless him, is always there. she reaches for him with shaking hands, fingers grasping onto the fabric of his shirt and pulling him closer. face buries in his chest, she needs an anchor but she doesn’t want him to see. ‘ i’m SORRY, ’ kate tells him through body-wracking sobs, voices muffled through tears and his chest. she’s sorry that it’s him who has to deal with this aftermath. this isn’t what he signed up for. words repeat like a mantra, like a PRAYER. ‘ i’m sorry, seth, i’m so sorry. ’