[ Her voice pitches as it does in her more vehement moments of insistence. Definitely no seconds thoughts, and no regrets about the moment they shared on the train.
But, truthfully? Part of her is still waiting for that shoe to drop, for him to turn around and decide he is angry at her after all. For the locker, for abandoning her partner, for a million little different things she's thought about again and again and wishes, in the way of perfect hindsight, that she could do differently. ]
When we shared a room at Beacon, it wasn't like this. I don't want to keep disturbing you night after night.
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[ Her voice pitches as it does in her more vehement moments of insistence. Definitely no seconds thoughts, and no regrets about the moment they shared on the train.
But, truthfully? Part of her is still waiting for that shoe to drop, for him to turn around and decide he is angry at her after all. For the locker, for abandoning her partner, for a million little different things she's thought about again and again and wishes, in the way of perfect hindsight, that she could do differently. ]
When we shared a room at Beacon, it wasn't like this. I don't want to keep disturbing you night after night.