[Which is not exactly true, but all the same, saying it doesn't feel like a lie. It's certainly not bravado. The fear she'd felt that had driven her inside had felt foreign to her, like something external that was being forcibly imposed on her.]
It is fear... to me. On me. But it's not my fear.
[Unconsciously, she touches her shoulder. It had felt like the emotional equivalent of a heavy blanket being draped over her back.]
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[Which is not exactly true, but all the same, saying it doesn't feel like a lie. It's certainly not bravado. The fear she'd felt that had driven her inside had felt foreign to her, like something external that was being forcibly imposed on her.]
It is fear... to me. On me. But it's not my fear.
[Unconsciously, she touches her shoulder. It had felt like the emotional equivalent of a heavy blanket being draped over her back.]