[ And feeling almost like he might slip through her fingers, like he could disappear at any moment, she wanted to hold fast. But while she willed herself to move, to squeeze his fingers with hers, she... couldn't bring herself to. After everything that was said, the mental and physical fatigue began to cling to her like a haze. The illness, and the weight of her own words.
Words she probably should have kept to herself, Lux realized. Yet they needed to be said, just... Ah, she really was stupid, wasn't she, choosing now of all times. Now, when her head wasn't quite clear, when guilt and frustration held her in their vice-like grip. Feeling the way that his fingers twitched between hers, that flickery cagey feeling flowing between them.
That's not... what she wanted...
Yet she couldn't speak. Feeling that to and fro, how seemingly flighty his signature was, a mild yet equally uncertain panic began to rise in hers as well. Afraid she had overstepped?
No. Certain of it.
She nearly winced when he finally spoke, her head still lowered and eyes closing somewhat tightly.
(And this was where it all came crashing down, wasn't it?) ]
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Words she probably should have kept to herself, Lux realized. Yet they needed to be said, just... Ah, she really was stupid, wasn't she, choosing now of all times. Now, when her head wasn't quite clear, when guilt and frustration held her in their vice-like grip. Feeling the way that his fingers twitched between hers, that flickery cagey feeling flowing between them.
That's not... what she wanted...
Yet she couldn't speak. Feeling that to and fro, how seemingly flighty his signature was, a mild yet equally uncertain panic began to rise in hers as well. Afraid she had overstepped?
No. Certain of it.
She nearly winced when he finally spoke, her head still lowered and eyes closing somewhat tightly.
(And this was where it all came crashing down, wasn't it?) ]