( it feels like a knife to say it. but isn't it more of a confession than anything else? which ached more: his being so close, or keeping himself away? she doesn't know.
still, she reads his words over, and over again. another stretch of silenceโthroat, ribs, chest tight.
he's trying. she knows he is. how can she damn him? )
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( it feels like a knife to say it. but isn't it more of a confession than anything else? which ached more: his being so close, or keeping himself away? she doesn't know.
still, she reads his words over, and over again. another stretch of silenceโthroat, ribs, chest tight.
he's trying. she knows he is. how can she damn him? )
Are you busy now?