[She doesn't mean to shrug him off like this, but when his hand rests on her shoulder, she unknowingly dodges it as she falls to sit at the edge of the bed, where one of the dogs lifts his head to check on them. Her gaze remains locked downward, and the way he says her voice... it makes her chest hurt, and her hands ball into fists around the sheets in an effort to not reach out to him again.
What would she want from him if she did anyway?
Shaking her head, she sighs.]
It's nothing. Just... [It's not nothing. It's all too much, and all at once that she doesn't know what to think or what to do with it.] A little overwhelmed with everything that happened is all.
[She always pretends to shrug her feelings off so easily, but in the end, it just makes it hurt more. It makes her want to reach for his hand and hold it, if only to make herself feel less alone in this distant, unfamiliar place... and not just in this world, but within herself, too.
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What would she want from him if she did anyway?
Shaking her head, she sighs.]
It's nothing. Just... [It's not nothing. It's all too much, and all at once that she doesn't know what to think or what to do with it.] A little overwhelmed with everything that happened is all.
[She always pretends to shrug her feelings off so easily, but in the end, it just makes it hurt more. It makes her want to reach for his hand and hold it, if only to make herself feel less alone in this distant, unfamiliar place... and not just in this world, but within herself, too.
How selfish.]