[She mulls it over, breathing shallow-to-deliberate, trying to sort out blind hope from the more sober kind. She has always felt most alive, being volatile, has sought it and then shied away from it in fear that it wouldn't be enough.
At her word.]
Yes. I - yes. Please.
[Quiet, a little choked, but meeting his eyes now. She wants this, so badly. To pull out the last of their strings, still tied strangulation-tight around parts of her heart.]
no subject
At her word.]
Yes. I - yes. Please.
[Quiet, a little choked, but meeting his eyes now. She wants this, so badly. To pull out the last of their strings, still tied strangulation-tight around parts of her heart.]