"I think the person suffering most for her death is..." She stopped, her breath seeming to seize. "...himself," she added quietly.
The words left her mouth before she could think too deeply about them.
The comments were still moving across the screen faster than she could read them, but Elara no longer paid attention to any of them. Not knowing what else to say, she straightened up.
"If every mistake I made when I was younger was printed in newspapers..." she said calmly. "I'd probably never leave my house again."
Her fingers moved toward the end button.
This was enough. More than enough. She should have stopped several minutes ago.
But then, another thought crossed her mind and before she could stop herself, she spoke again. "You don't have to like someone to admit that what is happening to them is wrong."
Elara froze. Her finger remained hovering above the screen. She almost wanted to bit her tongue right away.
Why would she say that? It doesn't seem necessary anyway.
