[ she doesn't mean to repeat the word out loud, and it's for the best that byerly looks away, because he doesn't see the flicker of surprise on her face. angry, yes, she'd been furious and hurting and god, got more carried away than she's ever been in her life, but she didn't think he'd interpreted that as revulsion. she'd hit him, over and over again, because she was angry and hurt and byerly had goaded her into it. but it wasn't revulsion. it should have been. she wishes it was. given more time before seeing him again, maybe that spark she'd so fervently chased would have faded thoroughly.
her grip loosens on her pillow. she pushes it aside. she doesn't quite stand, not yet. ]
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[ she doesn't mean to repeat the word out loud, and it's for the best that byerly looks away, because he doesn't see the flicker of surprise on her face. angry, yes, she'd been furious and hurting and god, got more carried away than she's ever been in her life, but she didn't think he'd interpreted that as revulsion. she'd hit him, over and over again, because she was angry and hurt and byerly had goaded her into it. but it wasn't revulsion. it should have been. she wishes it was. given more time before seeing him again, maybe that spark she'd so fervently chased would have faded thoroughly.
her grip loosens on her pillow. she pushes it aside. she doesn't quite stand, not yet. ]
You think I hit you out of revulsion?