[Those words are like toxic inside her mouth, bad tasting and burning. She's not even sure whose words those are. Arthur's? Mr. Gazman's? Boys from school or orphanage? Or was it someone-- or something, completely else that made her accept it.
She doesn't move an inch when he rests his forehead against hers. She both wants to lean in, seek for the embrace, and turn her head away, to reject this kindness and comfort. What he says is true. While they won't be able to break her, or cause that much damage even-- it's true that this will leave an invisible mark on her. Just as all the previous ones have, but just like with them, she can get over it and move on. She always does.]
What I want is for you let go of me and leave. This is my choice and I don't want you here.
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[Those words are like toxic inside her mouth, bad tasting and burning. She's not even sure whose words those are. Arthur's? Mr. Gazman's? Boys from school or orphanage? Or was it someone-- or something, completely else that made her accept it.
She doesn't move an inch when he rests his forehead against hers. She both wants to lean in, seek for the embrace, and turn her head away, to reject this kindness and comfort. What he says is true. While they won't be able to break her, or cause that much damage even-- it's true that this will leave an invisible mark on her. Just as all the previous ones have, but just like with them, she can get over it and move on. She always does.]
What I want is for you let go of me and leave. This is my choice and I don't want you here.