( he moves and she doesn't, small and stoic and staring up at him as if she can see right through, should she wish it. he can see her picking it apart for flaws, for something to be angry with. how much she'd rather be angry when she had been so afraid.
then, worse: not afraid at all.
how hard it had been to hold onto knowing. )
All of you( abruptly, more insistent, threads of careful steadiness unraveling ) is mine, the whole of you. Nothing is immaterial.
( how horrendously close she'd come to having nothing of him at all. )
no subject
then, worse: not afraid at all.
how hard it had been to hold onto knowing. )
All of you ( abruptly, more insistent, threads of careful steadiness unraveling ) is mine, the whole of you. Nothing is immaterial.
( how horrendously close she'd come to having nothing of him at all. )