[At that, her fingers tighten around his, her knuckles nearly turning white.
A heavier silence looms over them, the space filled with a tension that one could easily cut through with a knife, pulled so taut that it could snap at any moment. It doesn't, but Benedikta can feel it, hot like static that, no matter how hard she tries to wipe away, it only clings harder to her.
Because she knows the truth of it. She has since he left her in Waloed and found what that emptiness truly meant. What it was like to go from feeling happy to not, to having everything that she could ever want to having nothing... She knew what it was like to chase just so that she could feel something...
She searched and she searched in those dark blue eyes, and always came up short.
And now, Benedikta realizes...]
... I don't know how to answer that.
[... she doesn't really know what it is like to feel satisfied. Fulfilled. Truly and utterly happy.]
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A heavier silence looms over them, the space filled with a tension that one could easily cut through with a knife, pulled so taut that it could snap at any moment. It doesn't, but Benedikta can feel it, hot like static that, no matter how hard she tries to wipe away, it only clings harder to her.
Because she knows the truth of it. She has since he left her in Waloed and found what that emptiness truly meant. What it was like to go from feeling happy to not, to having everything that she could ever want to having nothing... She knew what it was like to chase just so that she could feel something...
She searched and she searched in those dark blue eyes, and always came up short.
And now, Benedikta realizes...]
... I don't know how to answer that.
[... she doesn't really know what it is like to feel satisfied. Fulfilled. Truly and utterly happy.]