Locked in nearsight (Rachel, tw: brief self harm thoughts)

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Monday night of the last week of classes, Rachel couldn't sleep.

Thinking about Danny made it easier to sooth herself when her mind was racing. Rachel touched herself and pretended her hands were Danny's; she stroked hair back from her forehead, she ran her hands down her arms, traced the scars on her stomach; locked her fingers into each other and held her own hands. The pressure between each of her fingers, and the warmth of one palm against the other, was enough to hold her steady.

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