[ She watches him hurt, and she thinks good, and she thinks how can I do this to him and she thinks a lot of other things, and she's glad Charles isn't in her mind, because he probably couldn't make sense of this either. ]
I'm sorry. [ It's whispered, and her shoulders are a little hunched, and she feels small. Her eyes have slipped to yellow, she realizes, when she blinks.
She doesn't even know what she's apologizing for. Saying it? Feeling that way? Hating him for something he did because he loved her? ]
Spam
I'm sorry. [ It's whispered, and her shoulders are a little hunched, and she feels small. Her eyes have slipped to yellow, she realizes, when she blinks.
She doesn't even know what she's apologizing for. Saying it? Feeling that way? Hating him for something he did because he loved her? ]