[It's her turn to still, to have all color drain from her face as her eyes widen and tear up. She was expecting a lot. Harsh, desperate decisions, from the guilt he was feeling.
And she should have been expecting this. Because that's always his solution, isn't it? He doesn't think he's worth saving. He doesn't think he even deserves to live after what that thing made him do.
She wants to tell him. She wants to remind him and she wants to scream at him how much she needs him.
But she promised him she wouldn't.
So she just clasps her hands together, trying to hold on to all of it instead of exploding at him.]
Please tell me what you're changing it to. [Her voice is thick with everything she's holding back, but she needs to hear that.]
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And she should have been expecting this. Because that's always his solution, isn't it? He doesn't think he's worth saving. He doesn't think he even deserves to live after what that thing made him do.
She wants to tell him. She wants to remind him and she wants to scream at him how much she needs him.
But she promised him she wouldn't.
So she just clasps her hands together, trying to hold on to all of it instead of exploding at him.]
Please tell me what you're changing it to. [Her voice is thick with everything she's holding back, but she needs to hear that.]