Maybe if he were a different man, with green eyes, she'd scoff. Maybe if the weight of his gaze still didn't feel like an pleaded accusation in and of itself, maybe then. As it is his last words caused her eyebrows to rise. At the very least.
Her eyes narrow, unsettled in the half-light, voice faintly harder for the assumption, a note of something almost unnameable at the realization he came just to go. "You would have me not help you, now?"
"Then, you would what?" Her voice was a torn attempt at kindness and guilt. "Run away into the night, without any idea which direction you even came from to get here? Or where to go from here? You do not know my world at all."
And it was her fault regardless of whether it wasn't her choice.
Maybe if he was that person, she would have finished with You need me. Maybe if it weren't for everything else trapped, sharp and tight, smothering the air in her chest, with his one question.
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Her eyes narrow, unsettled in the half-light, voice faintly harder for the assumption, a note of something almost unnameable at the realization he came just to go. "You would have me not help you, now?"
"Then, you would what?" Her voice was a torn attempt at kindness and guilt. "Run away into the night, without any idea which direction you even came from to get here? Or where to go from here? You do not know my world at all."
And it was her fault regardless of whether it wasn't her choice.
Maybe if he was that person, she would have finished with You need me. Maybe if it weren't for everything else trapped, sharp and tight, smothering the air in her chest, with his one question.