The lingering tension, taut in her shoulders and the fitful grip of her hands, relaxes against him with a quiet, mirroring sigh; a hitching sound, snagged on tired tears. Her head feels full of cotton wool and her limbs heavy, and she knows it’s all in her head—
but she’s in there, too. Stuck there, the same as ever. Everywhere she goes, there she fucking is.
“I’m sorry,” she says, quiet into the darkness, a tactile thing at the closeness of her warm breath. “I don’t know why I was like that.”
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The lingering tension, taut in her shoulders and the fitful grip of her hands, relaxes against him with a quiet, mirroring sigh; a hitching sound, snagged on tired tears. Her head feels full of cotton wool and her limbs heavy, and she knows it’s all in her head—
but she’s in there, too. Stuck there, the same as ever. Everywhere she goes, there she fucking is.
“I’m sorry,” she says, quiet into the darkness, a tactile thing at the closeness of her warm breath. “I don’t know why I was like that.”