[It's true. Those thoughts are getting twisted and spun in ways that will be difficult to untangle at this very moment, as she watches the wind catch the sail, her back turned to him so he doesn't see the anger or the confusion or the guilt laced into every line on her face. She is trying to untangle the mess, to pull out the thorns that have stuck themselves into her, but doing so only makes it worse. Thinking about it only makes it worse...
But when she hears him approach from behind, she remains surprisingly still. Surprisingly calm given that all she wants to do is scream at him. To take out her confusion and her frustration out on him, because where else is there for it to go?]
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But when she hears him approach from behind, she remains surprisingly still. Surprisingly calm given that all she wants to do is scream at him. To take out her confusion and her frustration out on him, because where else is there for it to go?]
Why did you stop me?