[For a second, when Abigail opens the door, she doesn't speak. She can't. Because she gets her hopes up, and it's halfway through opening her mouth to speak that she chokes on her words.]
[This can't be Elena. Elena promised that she would take the rest of her life as her own. Something new was going to start there, and Abigail was going to be all right with it. She was - is - happy for Elena, because she was getting what she wanted, what was right for her.]
[Everything was okay, just as it was, not as Abigail wanted it. She was surviving. Not thriving, but surviving. And now.]
[This girl who stands in front of her, well, she can't possibly be Elena. Elena, who's gone. Elena, who was going to live her life far, far away, somewhere she could be happy. That girl could not have come back to this place, to learn to hurt all over again.]
[Abigail's face goes slack and blank. She says nothing. Just looks.]
[And then she slams the door in Elena's face and slides to the floor, her palms pounding the ground in a silent, sobbing frenzy.]
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[This can't be Elena. Elena promised that she would take the rest of her life as her own. Something new was going to start there, and Abigail was going to be all right with it. She was - is - happy for Elena, because she was getting what she wanted, what was right for her.]
[Everything was okay, just as it was, not as Abigail wanted it. She was surviving. Not thriving, but surviving. And now.]
[This girl who stands in front of her, well, she can't possibly be Elena. Elena, who's gone. Elena, who was going to live her life far, far away, somewhere she could be happy. That girl could not have come back to this place, to learn to hurt all over again.]
[Abigail's face goes slack and blank. She says nothing. Just looks.]
[And then she slams the door in Elena's face and slides to the floor, her palms pounding the ground in a silent, sobbing frenzy.]
[Go home!]