[ she frowns, dissatisfied with that. why, she can't say. maybe because it ignores the ways in which she had sought him out, and he had done the same. or maybe just because she doesn't want him resenting her for wanting space. she reaches for his arm, stubborn. ]
I'm not running away from you.
[ that's not what this is.
right?
there's a moment of uncertainty, trepidation that leads to her taking a breath for another sentence, then watching the sentence fall apart on her tongue. she can't follow it with anything because she can't properly explain how overwhelmed she is by how much she'd needed him and how dangerous that is for someone who's been through what she's been through.
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[ she frowns, dissatisfied with that. why, she can't say. maybe because it ignores the ways in which she had sought him out, and he had done the same. or maybe just because she doesn't want him resenting her for wanting space. she reaches for his arm, stubborn. ]
I'm not running away from you.
[ that's not what this is.
right?
there's a moment of uncertainty, trepidation that leads to her taking a breath for another sentence, then watching the sentence fall apart on her tongue. she can't follow it with anything because she can't properly explain how overwhelmed she is by how much she'd needed him and how dangerous that is for someone who's been through what she's been through.
so maybe she's not being fair, either. ]