[She had been ready to keep moving and to walk away from him—to where? She didn't know, but someplace far enough where that stare of his would no longer bear down so heavily upon her soul that she could not breathe...
But then he takes her hand and looks at her in such a way that her whole body might go alight in flames, that something in her chest nestling deeper, burrowing into her like strokes of lightning so often could. Hadn't she already told him that enough was enough? That she didn't want to hear it anymore? He had said it once, and it had hurt the first time.
All this is doing is making her heart twist and ache, confused over what it wants to do. How it wants to respond to such a bold promise.
How could she believe him so earnestly after everything? That doubt is there, prickling at the back of her mind, trying to remind her of it all. And even still, she doesn't pull her hand away, doesn't walk away from him like she had planned to, and instead, she meets his gaze. Not evenly, not with the same firmness and resolution that he carries in his, but with the conflict that he continues to arouse and disturb.
A conflict that has her fingers gently curling around his hand, only to tense and fall away from it again.]
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But then he takes her hand and looks at her in such a way that her whole body might go alight in flames, that something in her chest nestling deeper, burrowing into her like strokes of lightning so often could. Hadn't she already told him that enough was enough? That she didn't want to hear it anymore? He had said it once, and it had hurt the first time.
All this is doing is making her heart twist and ache, confused over what it wants to do. How it wants to respond to such a bold promise.
How could she believe him so earnestly after everything? That doubt is there, prickling at the back of her mind, trying to remind her of it all. And even still, she doesn't pull her hand away, doesn't walk away from him like she had planned to, and instead, she meets his gaze. Not evenly, not with the same firmness and resolution that he carries in his, but with the conflict that he continues to arouse and disturb.
A conflict that has her fingers gently curling around his hand, only to tense and fall away from it again.]
And I mean it, too.