In any event, I'm okay. Thank you for the concern.
[Her voice, a soft, polite tone is genuine; though she wishes the conversation were not so focused on something that clenches like a clamp around her fragile heart. A year later and like a movie frame, perfectly preserved and remastered, the memories cling like glue, refusing to disappear into the foggy affect time normally has on such events.
A small, barely perceivable sigh gently ghosts across her lips on an exhale. Her eyes, a dark liquid brown, soften marginally as her words carefully redirect the conversation from just herself.]
It sounds like you've been making lots of friends.