[ her mouth opens, her throat works, but she can hardly bring herself to repeat anything he's just said, even if just in shock and fury. there's too much to unpack. she feels sick. feels sick for ever having wanted him. feels sick for the brief, flickering moment of hope she'd swallowed when he walked in through that door. deluded fantasies of rescue and picking up where they'd left off, somehow. those hadn't lasted long.
all of it shows on her face. she hardly knows how to control it. she realizes she's crying again and struggles to stop. ]
I have no more agency here than I did before. [ god, that's a weak return, too. she hates him for making her fumble like this. she feels frozen in place, but god, she wants another excuse to hit him so badly. ] Go on. I dare you to try it. See what happens.
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all of it shows on her face. she hardly knows how to control it. she realizes she's crying again and struggles to stop. ]
I have no more agency here than I did before. [ god, that's a weak return, too. she hates him for making her fumble like this. she feels frozen in place, but god, she wants another excuse to hit him so badly. ] Go on. I dare you to try it. See what happens.