Kermit

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Her heard her at night sometimes. Tucker had been the first to mention it. He had called it “praying”. Wash knew Carolina didn’t pray.

She talked.

He felt bad eavesdropping the first few times. Actually, the very first time, he swore she was actually talking with someone. It was only after she mentioned the name - “York” - that he knew she was simply talking to herself.

“Does it help?” he asked her one morning. She looked at him, quiet, and waited for him to elaborate. “I hear you sometimes,” he said eventually. “At night.”

“I didn’t know I was that loud.”

“You’re not. I just walk around a lot.”

“Not sleeping?” she said, even though she already knew the answer.

“Does it help?” he asked again. 

“It hasn’t hurt,” she said softly. “For years. It hasn’t hurt.”

In the night, her voice was carried through the air as she talked to a name, a memory of a person, she told York everything. She told him about her good days. About the things that made her laugh. She cried and told him when she had bad ones. And in a few weeks, she heard Wash, too. He still walked around, and she caught bits and pieces as he walked past her door, she caught a name - “Connie”.

Another week later, she could hear Wash snoring again.

Gosh you guys sure are good at slowly destroying my heart :c