[She has no frame of reference for this, absolutely no idea what to do or think, so she just stands there, fingers digging into her wrist so hard she leaves red crescents on her skin, while she tries to figure out what's even going on.
This is ridiculous; a few weeks ago she was just teasing him, playing around, and now she feels like someone's cut the legs from under her and tipped the world upside down.
It takes her a while to register what he's saying, and then her expression crumples even more, something like guilt written across her face, but she knows she can't tell him to stay. She has to let him leave because otherwise he won't and then she won't and everything will just keep getting worse.]
It's okay.
[He doesn't have to be sorry, even if she still doesn't understand why he kissed her when he knows she can't, when he said he didn't want anything from her.
Moving is an effort, and it takes her a few minutes to actually manage it, but then she's just climbing out the window, letting the cold air burn her lungs before she drops. It's only five stories, so she doesn't bother with a grapple, just slows her descent by bouncing off windowsills, until her boots hit the ground. Leaning back against the wall and sliding down until she's curled in on herself is kind of pathetic, but there's not really much else she can do, right now.]
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controlledvariable) wrote2014-02-02 07:59 pm
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This is ridiculous; a few weeks ago she was just teasing him, playing around, and now she feels like someone's cut the legs from under her and tipped the world upside down.
It takes her a while to register what he's saying, and then her expression crumples even more, something like guilt written across her face, but she knows she can't tell him to stay. She has to let him leave because otherwise he won't and then she won't and everything will just keep getting worse.]
It's okay.
[He doesn't have to be sorry, even if she still doesn't understand why he kissed her when he knows she can't, when he said he didn't want anything from her.
Moving is an effort, and it takes her a few minutes to actually manage it, but then she's just climbing out the window, letting the cold air burn her lungs before she drops. It's only five stories, so she doesn't bother with a grapple, just slows her descent by bouncing off windowsills, until her boots hit the ground. Leaning back against the wall and sliding down until she's curled in on herself is kind of pathetic, but there's not really much else she can do, right now.]