It feels like filing the world's most disjointed police report, putting a puzzle together with razor-edged pieces, and a small irrational part of Vanya is amazed that Diego hasn't snapped at her for giving better answers yet.
"No." She shakes her head. "No, I found it and I took it and. I ran here. Didn't even... My shoes are still there." Then it hits her and there's no way she can stop from crying now, a gulp of air caught in her throat. "My violin's—"
She'd gone straight there after the audition the other day, had never gone home after, and tonight she hadn't even had time to think before her feet carried her away. The case is still there in the den, on the couch, where she can't even begin to imagine going back. Burying her face in her hands, her shoulders curl under the pressure as she sobs.
Objectively, she knows it's stupid. Knows her brothers and sister would point that out just as readily. But it's the only decent part of her and those first tears are just the initial break that everything else bottled up in her needs to come spilling out.
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"No." She shakes her head. "No, I found it and I took it and. I ran here. Didn't even... My shoes are still there." Then it hits her and there's no way she can stop from crying now, a gulp of air caught in her throat. "My violin's—"
She'd gone straight there after the audition the other day, had never gone home after, and tonight she hadn't even had time to think before her feet carried her away. The case is still there in the den, on the couch, where she can't even begin to imagine going back. Burying her face in her hands, her shoulders curl under the pressure as she sobs.
Objectively, she knows it's stupid. Knows her brothers and sister would point that out just as readily. But it's the only decent part of her and those first tears are just the initial break that everything else bottled up in her needs to come spilling out.