If only it were that simple. If only she could accept that she did all that she could, but tomorrow, she knows that she will wake up and want to work on herself. Tomorrow, she's going to wake up and think of all the different scenarios, the different ways it could have gone if she had just changed what she did. Made different choices. Maybe they shouldn't have split up in the first place, and whose idea was that to begin with—?
His gaze catches her before those thoughts can spiral too far out of her control, and she tries to take his words to heart, but there's a very distinct, very clear look of uncertainty that still lingers in her eyes when she stares into his and she wonders if he feels the same...
If all those same thoughts are going through his head, too...
Still, she nods. Because they might not be there right now, but it's something they can move towards with work, right?]
... Right.
[But beneath all that doubt is something more resolute and determined that flickers like a little flame.]
I still want to do better... I want to be better. I want to stop being afraid... and I want to be stronger.
[Not necessarily physically. That isn't where the problem lies, but her heart wavers so much when it comes to herself and her choices that it's hard to be so sure of anything.]
I just don't... know how. I don't know where to start.
[She looks to him, wordlessly pleading for his help.]
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If only it were that simple. If only she could accept that she did all that she could, but tomorrow, she knows that she will wake up and want to work on herself. Tomorrow, she's going to wake up and think of all the different scenarios, the different ways it could have gone if she had just changed what she did. Made different choices. Maybe they shouldn't have split up in the first place, and whose idea was that to begin with—?
His gaze catches her before those thoughts can spiral too far out of her control, and she tries to take his words to heart, but there's a very distinct, very clear look of uncertainty that still lingers in her eyes when she stares into his and she wonders if he feels the same...
If all those same thoughts are going through his head, too...
Still, she nods. Because they might not be there right now, but it's something they can move towards with work, right?]
... Right.
[But beneath all that doubt is something more resolute and determined that flickers like a little flame.]
I still want to do better... I want to be better. I want to stop being afraid... and I want to be stronger.
[Not necessarily physically. That isn't where the problem lies, but her heart wavers so much when it comes to herself and her choices that it's hard to be so sure of anything.]
I just don't... know how. I don't know where to start.
[She looks to him, wordlessly pleading for his help.]