he can't miss it when she stiffens. how she forces herself still again, her fingers flattening out against his chest, smoothing the fabric she'd rumpled. )
He's left.
( it almost sounds like something she can just say, unaffected. the way her hands stay so consciously still belies her quietness, when she is never still-
he doesn't want her here, she thinks, she's waited too long, pressed his patience once too often. this is a mistake, another on the depressingly long list of them; she should have known better, should have just swallowed it. her mothers wouldn't have done this. )
I'm bothering you, I'm sorry-
( it's a little bit sad, how she tries to gather up her dignity with her skirts. )
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he can't miss it when she stiffens. how she forces herself still again, her fingers flattening out against his chest, smoothing the fabric she'd rumpled. )
He's left.
( it almost sounds like something she can just say, unaffected. the way her hands stay so consciously still belies her quietness, when she is never still-
he doesn't want her here, she thinks, she's waited too long, pressed his patience once too often. this is a mistake, another on the depressingly long list of them; she should have known better, should have just swallowed it. her mothers wouldn't have done this. )
I'm bothering you, I'm sorry-
( it's a little bit sad, how she tries to gather up her dignity with her skirts. )