"My chauffeur can pick me up. My Daddy works on Wall Street," she spouted off with a thin, apologetic smile, as if that explained everything. "We're really sorry about this, and it won't happen again," she said, her face twisted with mock embarrassment and guilt, and a thin crack fissured through her perfectly appropriate facade.
Of course it wouldn't happen again. Gabriel would never touch her again. Kiss her. Hold her. Make love to her. Each realization was worse than the last, twisting her all up inside until she was sure there was nothing inside of her that worked quite right.
Maybe after she killed him, she thought with painful finality, she'd kill herself.
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Date: 2009-11-25 01:16 pm (UTC)Of course it wouldn't happen again. Gabriel would never touch her again. Kiss her. Hold her. Make love to her. Each realization was worse than the last, twisting her all up inside until she was sure there was nothing inside of her that worked quite right.
Maybe after she killed him, she thought with painful finality, she'd kill herself.