His heart lurches sickeningly in his chest as he looks down at her, at her hand on his arm, but he doesn't pull away– and before he has any time to react further she says that name. He stills completely, his heart racing.
He knew it was coming, and still... that name is tied to so much hate, so much rage, so much raw, unprocessed hurt. His fingers curl into tight balled fists, the muscles of his forearm shifting under her touch. ]
No. I stopped answering to that name a long time ago. Just as you stopped seeing him when you looked at me. All of you.
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His heart lurches sickeningly in his chest as he looks down at her, at her hand on his arm, but he doesn't pull away– and before he has any time to react further she says that name. He stills completely, his heart racing.
He knew it was coming, and still... that name is tied to so much hate, so much rage, so much raw, unprocessed hurt. His fingers curl into tight balled fists, the muscles of his forearm shifting under her touch. ]
No. I stopped answering to that name a long time ago. Just as you stopped seeing him when you looked at me. All of you.