[She catches the keys reflexively, the game had only honed the skills she'd gathered on the island, and the fact that he'd thrown them directly at her hand't helped. It feels worse in a way, throwing a book she'd purposely had miss, than a small ring of metal pieces, even if he'd known they'd never land.
The words sting all the same, as she stares down at the keys silently. She doesn't stop him, doesn't say more, even when he says her name. This is what they've dissolved into? She feels like she should have seen it coming, isn't that what the heroine of every bad romance movie thinks?
But she can't. They had problems sure, but nothing to her, that would have justified the things they were doing to each other. That would have made ending it the better option. She sinks back down on the couch, and at the quiet click of the door, rather than a loud slam, the tears finally start to fall. She clutches the keys hard to her chest, knuckles turning white.
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The words sting all the same, as she stares down at the keys silently. She doesn't stop him, doesn't say more, even when he says her name. This is what they've dissolved into? She feels like she should have seen it coming, isn't that what the heroine of every bad romance movie thinks?
But she can't. They had problems sure, but nothing to her, that would have justified the things they were doing to each other. That would have made ending it the better option. She sinks back down on the couch, and at the quiet click of the door, rather than a loud slam, the tears finally start to fall. She clutches the keys hard to her chest, knuckles turning white.
She hadn't known she'd had it in her either.]