[ What she hates the most, of all of this, is his soft, gentle voice and quick, noticeable gasp dig into her heart like claws. That, after everything that's happened, there's a part of that friendship she still wishes for.
That she wants- deserves comfort, after everything that's happened to her, that she's not in the wrong for this but when he sounds like that, she still feels familiar guilt with the anger boiling in her gut--
...There's too much. Every bad thing, every bit of pain is still at the forefront of her mind. So she doesn't move, can't find a single thing to say.
In the end, she just nods...except even that's only dipping her head closer to her chest. ]
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That she wants- deserves comfort, after everything that's happened to her, that she's not in the wrong for this but when he sounds like that, she still feels familiar guilt with the anger boiling in her gut--
...There's too much. Every bad thing, every bit of pain is still at the forefront of her mind. So she doesn't move, can't find a single thing to say.
In the end, she just nods...except even that's only dipping her head closer to her chest. ]