[ she doesn't loosen her grip this time, her attention drifting down to where her hand is wrapped tight around his wrist. she can feel the slight movement in his fingers, the way the small bones in his arm shift a little in response. humans are like machines too sometimes, made of small working parts. ]

I am aware that my feelings for you are irrational. I understand that you are not reciprocative, and it is illogical for me to continue feeling attachment.

[ her voice stays clinical, controlled. but her face betrays her in small ways. the way she holds onto him betrays her too. ]

If I could stop, perhaps I would.