[Don't go. Words she hoped to hear from him, before, when he was mocking her feelings over the network, but now only fuel the tinder-spark of her indignation. (Which is better, at least, than hurt.)]
[And still, still his words dissolve her steadfast will, quick and bitter as salt in water, and her feet refuse to move another step. All the more sign that she should have stopped this weeks ago, this pretty lie that she could ever have anything other than the futile dreams of a naïve child. A pretty bird in a gilded cage that shocks her anytime she tries to touch.]
Why? [She meant it to be sharp reproach, but instead her voice is prayer and pleading. He doesn't care about her, she's just another thing for him to try and fix -- that's what she decided, anyway, the alternatives having all been far more sympathetic to him than she could allow her bruised ego to accept.]
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[And still, still his words dissolve her steadfast will, quick and bitter as salt in water, and her feet refuse to move another step. All the more sign that she should have stopped this weeks ago, this pretty lie that she could ever have anything other than the futile dreams of a naïve child. A pretty bird in a gilded cage that shocks her anytime she tries to touch.]
Why? [She meant it to be sharp reproach, but instead her voice is prayer and pleading. He doesn't care about her, she's just another thing for him to try and fix -- that's what she decided, anyway, the alternatives having all been far more sympathetic to him than she could allow her bruised ego to accept.]