[This would be easier if she could force herself to look away. But as hard as she tries, she can't. She continues to stand in the same spot, watching him, and the more she does, the more that proverbial knife twists in her gut. Shooting holes and causing critical damage to her walls before she really has the chance to put them back up.
Is what she's doing really the best thing? If she really cares about him, can she continue to let this go on the way it is?
There's a part of her, a large part of her, that wants to go sit down beside him, provide some kind of reassurance. But her feet never move as she finds herself quietly giving him another piece of the story. She owes him that much.]
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Is what she's doing really the best thing? If she really cares about him, can she continue to let this go on the way it is?
There's a part of her, a large part of her, that wants to go sit down beside him, provide some kind of reassurance. But her feet never move as she finds herself quietly giving him another piece of the story. She owes him that much.]
I don't remember much. There was a fight.