[ It feels like hours that she just stands there in Julieta's arms, the tears flowing and a sob occasionally breaking the silence in the room. She can't remember how long it's been since she's cried so much - even during the disaster of a dinner with the Guzmáns and she'd been upset at losing her Gift, she hadn't felt nearly as torn open and raw as she does now.
Losing her Gift then had hurt, yes, and she had been so afraid of failing and letting everyone down. But it was if all the pressure she's held over the years came suddenly crashing over her, riding on the wave of having already failed, of trying to be strong and still not being good enough.
That the one thing she knew best how to do hadn't been enough to protect her family.
At long, long last, the tears start to slow and the silent sobs subside. There's still an ache deep inside her, but it's softened by the feeling of exhaustion, having cried herself until she was empty. ]
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Losing her Gift then had hurt, yes, and she had been so afraid of failing and letting everyone down. But it was if all the pressure she's held over the years came suddenly crashing over her, riding on the wave of having already failed, of trying to be strong and still not being good enough.
That the one thing she knew best how to do hadn't been enough to protect her family.
At long, long last, the tears start to slow and the silent sobs subside. There's still an ache deep inside her, but it's softened by the feeling of exhaustion, having cried herself until she was empty. ]