[ It takes a second for her eyes to flit up to his face. She looks... worn out. Burned down, like a match that's been allowed to scorch itself black. She doesn't understand the intensity of his expression or his voice. She doesn't understand why he holds onto her tight enough to leave bruises.
Stupid girl. When has she ever understood anything?
Her gaze drops and her face tips forward - her forehead presses into his shoulder and the hand she'd been gripping onto her shirt with catches the hem of his. ]
... I'm tired.
[ Of everything. Of fearing everything, resenting everything. Of wanting distance and abhorring it all the same. Needing to be held while desperately wanting him not to be kind to her.
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Stupid girl. When has she ever understood anything?
Her gaze drops and her face tips forward - her forehead presses into his shoulder and the hand she'd been gripping onto her shirt with catches the hem of his. ]
... I'm tired.
[ Of everything. Of fearing everything, resenting everything. Of wanting distance and abhorring it all the same. Needing to be held while desperately wanting him not to be kind to her.
She's tired of not understanding anything. ]