[ The outburst has her stepping back, the furrow deepening as she stares at him, stunned. Of course he would know what it is, what's inside. It's because of that that Elena's gaze drops to the ring— her ring— hanging around his neck.
Memories of countless, endless arguments rise up. The skeletons that hadn't quite settled to lie yet in their closets coming back to life, dance mockingly. ]
...of course it does. Why wouldn't it...?
[ Quietly spoken words, the unsteadiness behind them forced to stay calm.
Steeling herself, Elena moves to walk past him, moving to her bed to pull the journal out from under where she'd tucked it. ]
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Memories of countless, endless arguments rise up. The skeletons that hadn't quite settled to lie yet in their closets coming back to life, dance mockingly. ]
...of course it does. Why wouldn't it...?
[ Quietly spoken words, the unsteadiness behind them forced to stay calm.
Steeling herself, Elena moves to walk past him, moving to her bed to pull the journal out from under where she'd tucked it. ]