[ she moves to catch him by the wrist again before he can withdraw completely, molding her fingers back to the marks she'd already left there. it's a possessive gesture-- and that possession is dark, born from an unreciprocated affection, from starved emotions.
her voice stays low. ]
No. My motives are selfish. And I have not promised I will accept my suffering quietly.
no subject
her voice stays low. ]
No. My motives are selfish. And I have not promised I will accept my suffering quietly.