[ Her head drops, her hair—it's grown out so much longer than she usually lets it get, now—falling to shield her face. Her shoulders threaten to shake but she stills them. Just those words are enough to almost make her cry. ]
...I-I know.
[ She knows. He won't hurt her on purpose even when she hurt him in a way that she can never truly come back from, in a way that he'd be right to never forgive her for. But— ]
But you're hurting me now, even if you don't mean to. Please.
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[ Her head drops, her hair—it's grown out so much longer than she usually lets it get, now—falling to shield her face. Her shoulders threaten to shake but she stills them. Just those words are enough to almost make her cry. ]
...I-I know.
[ She knows. He won't hurt her on purpose even when she hurt him in a way that she can never truly come back from, in a way that he'd be right to never forgive her for. But— ]
But you're hurting me now, even if you don't mean to. Please.