[ Each time she says that name, it's like a fist squeezes around her stomach. Her fingers squeeze at the edge of the journal. She still isn't rising up to his challenge. Elena knows what he wants her to say, to admit to.
Instead, the journal is held out for him to take— because that's what he wants isn't it? He wants the journal. It's his, she had no right going through it. And now, she has no right holding on to it. She's had it already for too long. ]
Here, maybe it will help you figure something else out.
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[ Each time she says that name, it's like a fist squeezes around her stomach. Her fingers squeeze at the edge of the journal. She still isn't rising up to his challenge. Elena knows what he wants her to say, to admit to.
Instead, the journal is held out for him to take— because that's what he wants isn't it? He wants the journal. It's his, she had no right going through it. And now, she has no right holding on to it. She's had it already for too long. ]
Here, maybe it will help you figure something else out.