out of character
Adelle crouched low, leaning back into Neela's solid body. It was warm. Again, the thought of how vulnerable she was passed through the adolescent's mind. Why was life so easy to take? Why couldn't it stay? Questions someone her age shouldn't have to think about, questions for those who were older, closer to death. Listening to the cycle just refreshed her rage. It was all so pointless! Why did it have to happen! Why?
Her eyes flashed, ready to strike out at the world, hatred for it's manners. Neela remained with the angry female, just resting against her while Adelle stayed crouched, muscles tensed. The collie's words were surprising. Adelle's eyes widened, hearing something she had never heard before, had never known. Grandpa had been dying? She didn't know that. Grandpa was dying? She hadn't known. She hadn't even suspected, her world turned upside down. I don't know.
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