[She holds his gaze, steeling herself for whatever it is he has to say—for the truth, and it hits a little harder than she expected it would, and all because he's right about everything. No matter how closed off she can be sometimes, no matter how deep she buries and hides all of those feelings, he'd opened her up like a book and read every word.
And the surprising thing is... for as much as she fears it, she doesn't hate it.
So, what exactly is she afraid of? Why is there this lingering, nagging feeling in the back of her mind that she can't shake off no matter how many times she tries to lighten the mood, or think about something else, like scrambled eggs or cooking tips? It's been there since she woke up this morning, and it's going to continue to eat away at her until she figures out what it is.
That feeling... That's what she's most afraid of, but putting that into words either of them would understand is proving harder than she anticipated.]
Everything... [she answers with a huff of nervous laughter.] I'm afraid of everything.
[Of taking a step forward or back. Of opening herself up or closing herself off. Of being with him and without him.]
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And the surprising thing is... for as much as she fears it, she doesn't hate it.
So, what exactly is she afraid of? Why is there this lingering, nagging feeling in the back of her mind that she can't shake off no matter how many times she tries to lighten the mood, or think about something else, like scrambled eggs or cooking tips? It's been there since she woke up this morning, and it's going to continue to eat away at her until she figures out what it is.
That feeling... That's what she's most afraid of, but putting that into words either of them would understand is proving harder than she anticipated.]
Everything... [she answers with a huff of nervous laughter.] I'm afraid of everything.
[Of taking a step forward or back. Of opening herself up or closing herself off. Of being with him and without him.]
I wish I could just... stay still for a while.