"Yeah," Heather replied with a slight nod. "Yeah. Okay, I will. Thanks."
It was another lie. The only reason Heather was even telling Faith about this was really because she wanted to make sure she wasn't in the wrong for feeling the way she was. Other than that, she wasn't all too keen on revealing anything just then. She trusted Faith, she knew she would be able to talk to her, but something inside held her back. It was as if she thought keeping it locked away would, with time, cause the pain and the traumatization to disappear. She'd never talked to anyone in the past about her problems, other than the little trivial ones, so why start now?
She had to wonder just what was so similar about the two situations, Faith's and her own, but she didn't quite have the heart to ask. It was obvious that it was something Faith wasn't entirely comfortable with, even if Heather was more than willing to listen.
"I'm sure you'd know more than some others might," she offered with a small shrug of her own. "And, you know, if you ever want to talk about any of that, you can. Not that swapping trauma would be fun, but...might be therapeutic or something. I don't know."
She nodded, then, after a moment or two of silence. "I know it will. It just kind of hit me like a slap in the face, you know? When I would be in bed at night, or by myself around the same time of day it happened. And then when I kept seeing people making posts about Kira and what happened to her, I just... It hurt my feelings, I guess. Which isn't fair because I feel bad about what happened to her, too. And it makes me sound jealous or something, but I'm not. I'm not exactly throwing myself a pity party here, either, so I don't know how to really describe it." She sighed. "Does any of this make sense? Or does it all sound like a pile of shit?"