[ she winces - softly, just barely - as his hand closes around hers, but it isn't because the gesture itself is painful as much as the fact... it isn't. as if she had been expecting it to be, like she was flinching in preparation of Amos being harsher than he is.
...and soon as their hands are together and she's looking up into his face, it's like something... changes. no - not that it changes, but that she understands something she didn't before. recognizes it as if she were recognizing him, even if she's never met this guy before - never seen him a day in her life. she knows him like he were an old friend (if she had any of those. is this what it's like?).
and he's right. she would yell and scream and shout and pull her hair and howl her throat raw telling the world she didn't need anyone, that she had grown past that, but--
she doesn't like being alone. she doesn't want to be. she never did, she never will.
it makes her feel oddly vulnerable, and she knows she shouldn't like this. she shouldn't like him, shouldn't trust him. (she doesn't, does she? it isn't about liking or trusting, it's something else.) so why... why is she stepping closer to him - and the darkness? ]
I just want it all... [ a pause, a breath; she steels herself. ] All of it to-- stop.
[ her voice wavers at the tail end. he gets it... right? ]
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...and soon as their hands are together and she's looking up into his face, it's like something... changes. no - not that it changes, but that she understands something she didn't before. recognizes it as if she were recognizing him, even if she's never met this guy before - never seen him a day in her life. she knows him like he were an old friend (if she had any of those. is this what it's like?).
and he's right. she would yell and scream and shout and pull her hair and howl her throat raw telling the world she didn't need anyone, that she had grown past that, but--
she doesn't like being alone. she doesn't want to be. she never did, she never will.
it makes her feel oddly vulnerable, and she knows she shouldn't like this. she shouldn't like him, shouldn't trust him. (she doesn't, does she? it isn't about liking or trusting, it's something else.) so why... why is she stepping closer to him - and the darkness? ]
I just want it all... [ a pause, a breath; she steels herself. ] All of it to-- stop.
[ her voice wavers at the tail end. he gets it... right? ]