[ She tightens her grip on her own hands, head falling a little further forward under his light touch. She can't speak. Her throat is too thick for words.
I mind. Of course she minds, because that's a goodbye. It's an end, and it's crossing a line that can't be undone in her head. Does she deserve the chance to say that? She's hurt him. She was wrong, and this is suffering the right and proper consequences.
It's not the first time she's been walked away from, and she knows it won't be the last. It's better not to linger over it -- ]
Just like that?
[ She hardly recognizes her own voice.
You're fine, Collette. Pull it together. No use crying over spilled milk, or whatever Mom used to say. Of course, she also said you lie in the bed you make for yourself. It didn't stop her from crying right then, or stop her from feeling the guilt and shock of loss without having lost anything quite yet. ]
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I mind. Of course she minds, because that's a goodbye. It's an end, and it's crossing a line that can't be undone in her head. Does she deserve the chance to say that? She's hurt him. She was wrong, and this is suffering the right and proper consequences.
It's not the first time she's been walked away from, and she knows it won't be the last. It's better not to linger over it -- ]
Just like that?
[ She hardly recognizes her own voice.
You're fine, Collette. Pull it together. No use crying over spilled milk, or whatever Mom used to say. Of course, she also said you lie in the bed you make for yourself. It didn't stop her from crying right then, or stop her from feeling the guilt and shock of loss without having lost anything quite yet. ]