[In her heart, she knows that she probably shouldn't. If there's anyone who might only make things worse, it would be her, simply by virtue of who she is and what she represents in his life. Love and loss and then more loss. If she were him, she wouldn't want her around either.
But she couldn't bring herself to leave earlier, and she can't bring herself to leave now, and his words and that look on his face keeps her rooted where she is. Draws her to him...]
I don't like this...
[Her voice may sound harsh, and so may the way her hand reaches up to run along his face, but she doesn't mean to just draw attention to his haggard, tired appearance, and he should know that. He should know by now that the things she says aren't always exactly what she means, and that there is more to it, always. Despite all that time alone with her thoughts, she still hasn't found the right way to tell him what she really feels, or gathered up the courage to just come out and say the truth.]
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But she couldn't bring herself to leave earlier, and she can't bring herself to leave now, and his words and that look on his face keeps her rooted where she is. Draws her to him...]
I don't like this...
[Her voice may sound harsh, and so may the way her hand reaches up to run along his face, but she doesn't mean to just draw attention to his haggard, tired appearance, and he should know that. He should know by now that the things she says aren't always exactly what she means, and that there is more to it, always. Despite all that time alone with her thoughts, she still hasn't found the right way to tell him what she really feels, or gathered up the courage to just come out and say the truth.]