That single word makes her hands clench into white-knuckled fists at her sides. In her head, she's thinking about how all men are the same, how the ones she cared for always let her down, and how bad that hurts. It makes her so angry that she ever waited for him, worried for him, wanted him. She can't stop herself from crossing the remaining distance, grabbing him roughly by the shoulder and forcing him to look at her, her other hand already raised as if she means to strike him, to make him feel some of her pain --
But she sees him, his face, and she stops, not knowing why. She shouldn't care, but she does, and feeling that just twists the knife in her gut deeper. She can't even say anything, stopped just short of hitting him by horrible, conflicting feelings of heart-wrenching concern and resentful fury. ]
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That single word makes her hands clench into white-knuckled fists at her sides. In her head, she's thinking about how all men are the same, how the ones she cared for always let her down, and how bad that hurts. It makes her so angry that she ever waited for him, worried for him, wanted him. She can't stop herself from crossing the remaining distance, grabbing him roughly by the shoulder and forcing him to look at her, her other hand already raised as if she means to strike him, to make him feel some of her pain --
But she sees him, his face, and she stops, not knowing why. She shouldn't care, but she does, and feeling that just twists the knife in her gut deeper. She can't even say anything, stopped just short of hitting him by horrible, conflicting feelings of heart-wrenching concern and resentful fury. ]