[Lena had been planning to let this message rot in her inbox. She doesn't really like talking abut her feelings, or too much personal stuff with people she barely knows. It may bleed out at times in certain conversations, but never on purpose; even around Webby, there's a lot of things she just doesn't say. But then this weekend happened, with that terrifying moment where she woke up being dragged into her own shadow, and the day she spent trapped in the Burned Tower. It was hell, going back to the dark again, and even though she could talk to people this time around, being unable to touch anything... it was almost worse. Like that one myth. Tantalus? Having things you want more than anything right in front of you, but unable to grab them.
Lena doesn't want to believe she's traumatized. That's just stupid. But so is talking to other people about her stupid feelings. Ugh.]
I'm not a spirit. [Technically true.] I'm not dead. [Also technically true.] I'm not anything.
[... Debatable, and some would disagree, but that's how she feels.]
[voice; purposefully like a month late]
Lena doesn't want to believe she's traumatized. That's just stupid. But so is talking to other people about her stupid feelings. Ugh.]
I'm not a spirit. [Technically true.] I'm not dead. [Also technically true.] I'm not anything.
[... Debatable, and some would disagree, but that's how she feels.]