[His voice hardly carries over the intensifying rain, but with her hearing, there's no doubt she heard it. His voice is...subdued. Alarmingly quiet. Like he's on the precipice of something but can't break through.]
[For a few minutes, there's nothing but the sound of the rain; the low rumble of distant thunder rolling over Appalachia.]
I'm...I can't shake this feeling that something's wrong. That I'm missing something. It's like there's a fog at my peripheries. And I always hated tunnel-vision. Especially when there's so much to see in the world.
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[His voice hardly carries over the intensifying rain, but with her hearing, there's no doubt she heard it. His voice is...subdued. Alarmingly quiet. Like he's on the precipice of something but can't break through.]
[For a few minutes, there's nothing but the sound of the rain; the low rumble of distant thunder rolling over Appalachia.]
I'm...I can't shake this feeling that something's wrong. That I'm missing something. It's like there's a fog at my peripheries. And I always hated tunnel-vision. Especially when there's so much to see in the world.