[And the creature can't think about this and focus on its basest instincts: at its core, there was still the part of her that could see through the mess of emotions, that even in her grief and her pain, there was still a hand reaching out to hold onto hers. Slowly, very slowly, that fur atop its head began to give way to the messy brown hair that Luz maintained, and her strong forearms reverting to the once "weak nerd arms" she'd always had].
It's hard. To smile all the time. Every day sometimes feels like it hurts.
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[And the creature can't think about this and focus on its basest instincts: at its core, there was still the part of her that could see through the mess of emotions, that even in her grief and her pain, there was still a hand reaching out to hold onto hers. Slowly, very slowly, that fur atop its head began to give way to the messy brown hair that Luz maintained, and her strong forearms reverting to the once "weak nerd arms" she'd always had].
It's hard. To smile all the time. Every day sometimes feels like it hurts.