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An emotionally-draining +230 today, for a total of 84.351 words with 42 days left.
Azar woke grasping at the sheets. Ayman had begged her to save him as Stevenson fired a bolt of plasma into his head, and all she could do was watch. Her heart pounded in her chest, and tears wet her pillow. Every fear she’d pushed aside since Ayman had been arrested crashed through the walls she’d built to hold them back.
Yeah, that's just the beginning of the scene. It doesn't continue quite like that; it's about Azar going to the meeting point for her guerrilla squad and coming to terms with her fear. It's kind of hard to get into that space and stay there, you know? Dredging up old nightmares and terrors and writing about them.
Azar woke grasping at the sheets. Ayman had begged her to save him as Stevenson fired a bolt of plasma into his head, and all she could do was watch. Her heart pounded in her chest, and tears wet her pillow. Every fear she’d pushed aside since Ayman had been arrested crashed through the walls she’d built to hold them back.
Yeah, that's just the beginning of the scene. It doesn't continue quite like that; it's about Azar going to the meeting point for her guerrilla squad and coming to terms with her fear. It's kind of hard to get into that space and stay there, you know? Dredging up old nightmares and terrors and writing about them.
