She'd wanted to be wrong. God, she'd wanted to be wrong more than anything in the world. The confirmation made her sick, but not nearly as much as the hurt and bitterness and disgust pouring off of him. She didn't even have to touch him to feel it, and ice seemed to wrap itself around her heart, pinning her in place.
"He wasn't right, Samuel," she whispered, fiercely. "You...whatever happened...he struck first, and he wasn't right..." It had to be bad, though, the way he was shaking, and, really, part of her knew, even as she reached for him, fingers stroking through matted hair. "Tell me..."
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Date: 2010-06-21 07:12 am (UTC)"He wasn't right, Samuel," she whispered, fiercely. "You...whatever happened...he struck first, and he wasn't right..." It had to be bad, though, the way he was shaking, and, really, part of her knew, even as she reached for him, fingers stroking through matted hair. "Tell me..."