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𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒  𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓  ,  to  keep  up  ,  to  learn  what  normal  means  again.  time  was  supposed  to  heal  wounds  ,  wasn't  that  what  everyone  always  said?  but  time  left  scars  ,  scars  that  still  ached  ,  that  never  closed.  the  makeshift  graduation  had  been  put  together  ,  a  last  minute  attempt  to  find  some  sort  of  peace  amongst  the  ruin  of  everything  that's  happened.  chrissy  cunningham  is  a  ghost  ,  watching  the  rest  of  the  world  pass  her  by.  sbe  is  still  trapped  in  that  place  ,  and  she  can't  escape.  she  had  practiced  her  speech  a  dozen  times  ,  rehearsed  and  prefect  in  the  mirror.  but  on  the  podium  ,  where  she  stood  on  display  ,  her  words  turned  into  stone  ,  heavy  on  her  lips  as  she  stumbled  her  way  through  them.   it's  why  his  voice  is  a  static  buzz  among  the  rest  at  first  ,  until  she  realizes  ,  who  it  is.  she  had  found  him  ,  tucked  away  in  the  back  of  the  gym.  there's  an  emptiness  ,  chrissy  has  found  it  too.  eddie's  name  isn't  mentioned  ,  not  like  the  others.  but  there  are  few  that  know  the  truth  ,  and  no  matter  how  often  she  tells  it  ,  their  words  are  louder  ,  their  truth  is  the  only  one  that  matters.    “  Thank  you  ,  Mr.Munson!  “  her  words  are  offered  with  a  pageant  smile  ,  but  it  doesn't  quite  reach  all  the  way.   she  stands  still  ,  blue  eyes  darting  to  the  floor  ,  unable  to  meet  his  gaze.  someone  calls  her  name  ,  and  she  turns  to  leave  ,  but  there's  something  that  tugs  at  her  ,  something  that  doesn't  let  her  leave.  “  i'm  sorry  ━━  i  know  that  doesn't  change  things  ,  doesn't  make  it  right.  if  i  hadn't  .  .  .  .  none  of  this  ,  eddie  would  still  be  here.  he  would  get  to  graduate  ,  he'd  be  here.“