She flinches like he hit her, and her fingers twitch, balling up before she forces them to relax again. For a moment, her breath comes shallow in her chest rattles around in there even as she forces herself to keep her face blank, uncaring.
This is how things are now. This is how things are always going to be. There's no absolution here, so there's no point on lingering on it.
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Date: 2013-12-04 04:33 am (UTC)This is how things are now. This is how things are always going to be. There's no absolution here, so there's no point on lingering on it.
"Winning was supposed to be the end."