She peers down at him steadily for a still moment that seems to last forever.
Eventually, pulling in a deep breath, she returns her focus to the sunset, letting her forehead fall against the windowpane.
She opens her mouth to speak, but finds her voice fails her. How do you argue with those eyes of his? With the conviction in his voice? How do you tell someone that you're not sure if you do trust them, or love them, or want to be with them?
She's not emotionally connected to anything, save for the madness in her heart, the vengeance in her trembling fingertips, and the agony in her soul.
He distracts her from the feelings she doesn't have the strength to face.
He's not a distraction.
"Ten years is a long time t'spend without nobody."
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Eventually, pulling in a deep breath, she returns her focus to the sunset, letting her forehead fall against the windowpane.
She opens her mouth to speak, but finds her voice fails her. How do you argue with those eyes of his? With the conviction in his voice? How do you tell someone that you're not sure if you do trust them, or love them, or want to be with them?
She's not emotionally connected to anything, save for the madness in her heart, the vengeance in her trembling fingertips, and the agony in her soul.
He distracts her from the feelings she doesn't have the strength to face.
He's not a distraction.
"Ten years is a long time t'spend without nobody."