[She can't. She can't stop. This is all she is. All she's ever been.
You okay monster. My friend monster.
He didn't know, he didn't understand-
"If you are giving up after only a small handful of attempts then perhaps all I thought I knew of you was incorrect indeed."
Ridiculous. Uncle's prattle was always so sentimental, the wisdom of wishful thinking. Even he didn't truly believe she could be anything more than-
"Stop... talking about yourself like that."
She meets his eyes, breathing ragged, struggling in vain to keep the tears in check- a habit that feels performative and pointless now, but she still can't bear to let go of it.]
You don't deserve him.
[She doesn't. She can't argue. For a moment, she just freezes, staring at him, not even really registering that she said it where he could hear it. Her gaze drops again, but she steps closer.]
You'll never deserve him. Never.
[She knows. She knows it's true. But right now, she can't bring herself to care.
She wants to say... something. Her mouth works silently for a moment, as if she could stumble onto some words, some... something she could say. But there's nothing. She can't even put the thoughts into words. The remorse. The gratitude. The fear.
Instead, she suddenly reaches out with her good arm and pulls herself against him, harshly, tightly, clinging, burying her face into his shoulder as she begins to cry again.]
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Why? Why would he ever- why would anybody-]
I-
[She can't. She can't stop. This is all she is. All she's ever been.
You okay monster. My friend monster.
He didn't know, he didn't understand-
"If you are giving up after only a small handful of attempts then perhaps all I thought I knew of you was incorrect indeed."
Ridiculous. Uncle's prattle was always so sentimental, the wisdom of wishful thinking. Even he didn't truly believe she could be anything more than-
"Stop... talking about yourself like that."
She meets his eyes, breathing ragged, struggling in vain to keep the tears in check- a habit that feels performative and pointless now, but she still can't bear to let go of it.]
You don't deserve him.
[She doesn't. She can't argue. For a moment, she just freezes, staring at him, not even really registering that she said it where he could hear it. Her gaze drops again, but she steps closer.]
You'll never deserve him. Never.
[She knows. She knows it's true. But right now, she can't bring herself to care.
She wants to say... something. Her mouth works silently for a moment, as if she could stumble onto some words, some... something she could say. But there's nothing. She can't even put the thoughts into words. The remorse. The gratitude. The fear.
Instead, she suddenly reaches out with her good arm and pulls herself against him, harshly, tightly, clinging, burying her face into his shoulder as she begins to cry again.]