[ Shoving nails into drywall with her thumb and getting to that sweet spot immediately preceding blind drunk, apparently, isn't sufficient for expressing her rage. Poe's done his part too but there's only so much she can and should demand of a single man. There is no longer any privacy to be at the prison or at home. Jess sleeps with the door open since her sister moved in across the hallway, rendering the soundproof state of her bedroom inutile.
Jess forces it out of her like a sickness, shaking, yelling until her cheeks ache from more than just the memory of smiling. Cold air sticks to the mask of smeared tears on her face, sharpening her focus on reality. The thoughts in her head blur from words to beats, her head pounding from the strength of her weeping. As she fights to deepen her breath, her lungs prickle more and then, gradually, less. All but the tremors subside, with Jess compensating through the stubbornness of her hold on him: his hair clenched in her fist, arms slung over his shoulders, legs roped around his hips and waist. ]
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Jess forces it out of her like a sickness, shaking, yelling until her cheeks ache from more than just the memory of smiling. Cold air sticks to the mask of smeared tears on her face, sharpening her focus on reality. The thoughts in her head blur from words to beats, her head pounding from the strength of her weeping. As she fights to deepen her breath, her lungs prickle more and then, gradually, less. All but the tremors subside, with Jess compensating through the stubbornness of her hold on him: his hair clenched in her fist, arms slung over his shoulders, legs roped around his hips and waist. ]