[ She's not crying - not by the time he gets there, bless his soul for being so true to his word - but the stains all over her cheeks indicate that she was at some point, probably between talking to Caesar and messaging Diarmuid back. How odd to see such a seemingly strong woman like this– but one has their limits and hers has been running thin for years. ]
[ There's a tight knot in her heart when his voice drums in her ears, eyes shut extra tight for a brief moment when that single touch registers, before she opens them - damp and red, like her cheeks, like the lipstick she once wore now faded messily after all of this. ]
I made a great mistake. [ One of many, she'd like to add - but that's far too self-pitying for her. Her eyes dart towards him and she almost wants to laugh, to crack a joke at her own expense but that has never been in her nature and in the end she just looks, truly, genuinely sad. ] I'm so sorry– I should have never bothered you with any of this but I don't know what to do.
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[ There's a tight knot in her heart when his voice drums in her ears, eyes shut extra tight for a brief moment when that single touch registers, before she opens them - damp and red, like her cheeks, like the lipstick she once wore now faded messily after all of this. ]
I made a great mistake. [ One of many, she'd like to add - but that's far too self-pitying for her. Her eyes dart towards him and she almost wants to laugh, to crack a joke at her own expense but that has never been in her nature and in the end she just looks, truly, genuinely sad. ] I'm so sorry– I should have never bothered you with any of this but I don't know what to do.