Her fingers curled, gripping locks of his hair hard. "Of what?" she asked calmly. What had he been scared of? Killing his mother? It certainly hadn't been of losing her.
She couldn't stop it--the happiness she felt was tainted, and she couldn't relax until he said something--did something--proved something. She didn't care if it was a lot to ask for, if it was selfish. He'd said those words and he couldn't take them back so easily. What kind of person would it make her if she just let him with open arms?
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Date: 2009-11-26 11:33 pm (UTC)She couldn't stop it--the happiness she felt was tainted, and she couldn't relax until he said something--did something--proved something. She didn't care if it was a lot to ask for, if it was selfish. He'd said those words and he couldn't take them back so easily. What kind of person would it make her if she just let him with open arms?