( She opens her mouth to snap something back, and closes it again. There's... a lot.
Sarah, train station. She remembers seeing a woman before she stepped in front of that train, but she'd been so desperate and everything had been so final. Beth's head is spinning. )
I didn't have to die. ( Slowly; quietly. ) Some woman was walking around calling herself Beth Childs and people didn't realise right away. I— ( A quiet breath of laughter, devoid of any kind of mirth. ) We could have had more time.
( She didn't have to die. Her fingers smooth over her hair, her jaw flexes. Art, Paul, all of them. God, Sarah even has a kid. Sarah has everything, she thinks, in a spiteful, furious moment.
Beth should say sorry. She knows she should say sorry, and there's a whole lot more she knows, but her mind is caught on this: that she killed herself to protect her sisters, and they didn't need her gone at all. )
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Sarah, train station. She remembers seeing a woman before she stepped in front of that train, but she'd been so desperate and everything had been so final. Beth's head is spinning. )
I didn't have to die. ( Slowly; quietly. ) Some woman was walking around calling herself Beth Childs and people didn't realise right away. I— ( A quiet breath of laughter, devoid of any kind of mirth. ) We could have had more time.
( She didn't have to die. Her fingers smooth over her hair, her jaw flexes. Art, Paul, all of them. God, Sarah even has a kid. Sarah has everything, she thinks, in a spiteful, furious moment.
Beth should say sorry. She knows she should say sorry, and there's a whole lot more she knows, but her mind is caught on this: that she killed herself to protect her sisters, and they didn't need her gone at all. )