[She feels him stiffen, and she swears she feels his pulse quicken too, her head resting right where his heart races, and she knows what he is doing. She would have been prepared to do it only hours ago too, but being up where there was nothing but her and the wind... she thought and thought about things that she would rather have never faced again. About the memories that resurfaced after seeing the fear in that woman's eyes and feeling her own guilt that she could not do it. She couldn't bring herself to take her.
Her own regrets...]
Is it really not?
[She doesn't mean for her voice to sound so hardened and sharp, a hurt edge honed to it in just a few short moments at his deflection because she knows that isn't the truth.]
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Her own regrets...]
Is it really not?
[She doesn't mean for her voice to sound so hardened and sharp, a hurt edge honed to it in just a few short moments at his deflection because she knows that isn't the truth.]