Sniffly Scene

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I jumped all the way forward to the end of D2L3 to work on the denouement scene. Here's the kind of paragraph I like to write!

"She sat beside him – close, with her shoulder touching his. She thought of when her dad had died – it was before all this craziness, when death was just loss and emptiness and pain, when it was confusing for those reasons, and without any of the further mess they had now. She remembered how you didn’t – you couldn’t – really talk about it, but you just needed someone close, a body touching yours, and that was enough, even though it wasn’t really enough and you still hurt so much inside you thought you’d die yourself. But words would’ve just made it worse, putting your empty head more at odds with your overfull heart and tearing you apart even more inside. So they sat there for what seemed a long time without speaking."

All pronouns - so you all still don't know who's died!

And let me say - I am working hard to create the greatest Christ-figure in all of Western literature! Kid. You. Not. It's gonna happen. And in a zombie novel, too! Oh man am I psyched!