[ She's trying, she really is. Trying to keep the sound trapped in her throat but then he speaks and her shoulders are shaking again. The hand that covers her mouth doing little to contain the sound. ]
It's not. [ Her denial only makes her laugh harder, Allie hunching over so that her long wavy hair creates a shield around her face. Like the fact that he can't see the tears of amusement in her eyes, will somehow make it better. ]
I'd say it could be worse... [ He could be stuck wearing those clothes for the rest of the afterlife? But as messed up as this whole situation is, she's still not convinced this is that. It's not that she imagined there'd be peace in death, a place where you could be united with loved ones. In truth she expected nothing and this is anything but that. ]
I'm sorry. [ Trying again as she straightens, wiping her fingers beneath her lashes to capture the salty tears that cling to them. ] I'm really not laughing at you, I swear I just -
[ Her laughter slowly fades away, her smile turning bittersweet and when she turns her head to look at him the strain in her features is hard to miss. ]
Have you ever just - feel like you've forgotten how to laugh? [ She knows it's a weird question but it doesn't stop her from pushing forward. ] You know like, ice-skating or... riding a bike? You don't do it for the longest time and you look at something and you're like... Can I?
:D I saw it in Chicago and it was the b e s t! I would have killed to see it in NY!
It's not. [ Her denial only makes her laugh harder, Allie hunching over so that her long wavy hair creates a shield around her face. Like the fact that he can't see the tears of amusement in her eyes, will somehow make it better. ]
I'd say it could be worse... [ He could be stuck wearing those clothes for the rest of the afterlife? But as messed up as this whole situation is, she's still not convinced this is that. It's not that she imagined there'd be peace in death, a place where you could be united with loved ones. In truth she expected nothing and this is anything but that. ]
I'm sorry. [ Trying again as she straightens, wiping her fingers beneath her lashes to capture the salty tears that cling to them. ] I'm really not laughing at you, I swear I just -
[ Her laughter slowly fades away, her smile turning bittersweet and when she turns her head to look at him the strain in her features is hard to miss. ]
Have you ever just - feel like you've forgotten how to laugh? [ She knows it's a weird question but it doesn't stop her from pushing forward. ] You know like, ice-skating or... riding a bike? You don't do it for the longest time and you look at something and you're like... Can I?