[His fingers tighten over the phone to the point it trembles for a moment, the charm brushing against the side as that voice telling him to just stop and leave ringing louder and louder. The rift between them just continues to grow wider and wider, every attempt he makes misconstrued and twisted. A part of him can't blame her, but the part that had been hurt by her—the part he had kept buried—can.]
These also reminders?
[Yet, he stubbornly refuses, and in a few swift swipes and taps he pulls up all the messages he sent her. Messages she clearly saw after she sent them.
Honestly, he would prefer if she really did mean what she said. It would make things a hell a lot easier for him to just break off everything for good. Most people even would regardless. Yet after all he's seen and heard, he can see through her bullshit, see that broken woman still desperately clinging and reaching out to him.
And his stupid sorry self keeps wanting to reach out and try to save her.]
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These also reminders?
[Yet, he stubbornly refuses, and in a few swift swipes and taps he pulls up all the messages he sent her. Messages she clearly saw after she sent them.
Honestly, he would prefer if she really did mean what she said. It would make things a hell a lot easier for him to just break off everything for good. Most people even would regardless. Yet after all he's seen and heard, he can see through her bullshit, see that broken woman still desperately clinging and reaching out to him.
And his stupid sorry self keeps wanting to reach out and try to save her.]