[She finally turns to him, still refusing to look him in the eye. One could take it as a sign of weakness, but Christine is doing it so he doesn't get to see the hatred prickling in her chest, in the back of her mind, so he doesn't see how discomposed she is. A hand brushes her hair lightly.]
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[She finally turns to him, still refusing to look him in the eye. One could take it as a sign of weakness, but Christine is doing it so he doesn't get to see the hatred prickling in her chest, in the back of her mind, so he doesn't see how discomposed she is. A hand brushes her hair lightly.]
I thought I was alone.