[ The dream hits close to home. Hard. All this fear, pain, hate ─ watching this unfold, she can feel all those emotions crawling under her skin even now. The feeling of being torn apart. Incomplete. Missing a piece of herself. Desperately searching for a way to pull the parts of herself together, only to be denied at the end. Over and over and over again.
She thought no one could possibly understand what it's like; no, it's more that she hoped no one has ever experienced something like that. It's too much. So much so that she has ended up running away from it on more than one occasion, and while she might hate herself for doing so, she wouldn't blame anyone else for doing the same in her place.
... And knowing all that only makes it harder to say anything. What is she even supposed to write? Nothing she approaches the dreamer with could possibly soothe that pain, or bring any relief.
But it won't stop Noel from trying. ]
I'm sorry.
[ It's... not much, but there's a lot behind it: "sorry you've been through something like this". "Sorry you're forced to go through these feelings again".
Sender: Noel Vermillion
She thought no one could possibly understand what it's like; no, it's more that she hoped no one has ever experienced something like that. It's too much. So much so that she has ended up running away from it on more than one occasion, and while she might hate herself for doing so, she wouldn't blame anyone else for doing the same in her place.
... And knowing all that only makes it harder to say anything. What is she even supposed to write? Nothing she approaches the dreamer with could possibly soothe that pain, or bring any relief.
But it won't stop Noel from trying. ]
I'm sorry.
[ It's... not much, but there's a lot behind it: "sorry you've been through something like this". "Sorry you're forced to go through these feelings again".
"Sorry I can't help," too. ]