[ he doesn't aim it at any target, but it sticks its landing just the same, a precision-sharp pang that stirs in her chest. because it's unbearably true, no matter the ugliness of it, the desire to turn away from that part of herself; walking away from aleksander's tyranny without lifting a finger to end it was never an option.
she's content to leave the conversation there, a festering silence, but the vibrations of her phone disturb the quiet numbness of her studio. ]
i think you just want to see me even if it means i'm hitting you. if you're going to use bad omens as a justification to leave me, you should just get it over with. you've been finding excuses to push me away from the start.
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she's content to leave the conversation there, a festering silence, but the vibrations of her phone disturb the quiet numbness of her studio. ]
i think you just want to see me even if it means i'm hitting you.
if you're going to use bad omens as a justification to leave me, you should just get it over with.
you've been finding excuses to push me away from the start.