[The way he so casually says that... How he acts as if she wasn't just trying to tear through him minutes ago... She wants to be angry about it. Wants that fire to burn under her so that it makes her blood boil with hatred. She wants to feel that sharp sting of betrayal that he always inflicts upon her when she is in his presence, but why...
Why can she only look at him this way? Like some helpless bird caught in a net, chirping quietly, and waiting for him to free her?
She tries to bring back the edge to her voice but fails to do so when it falls flat and quiet, too timid for her tastes when her throat burns with every fucking syllable.]
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Why can she only look at him this way? Like some helpless bird caught in a net, chirping quietly, and waiting for him to free her?
She tries to bring back the edge to her voice but fails to do so when it falls flat and quiet, too timid for her tastes when her throat burns with every fucking syllable.]
... Are you going to get changed?