[ She doesn't take her eyes off of him, and she feels this rejection deep in her gut, the way it burns like alcohol through her stomach and spine. He may not have moved on from her, but that means nothing towards moving back towards her, either. She was a fool to assume otherwise. Missing him is cruel and selfish and a brutal honesty (something she's not really at all capable of at the best of times, let alone the worst). She's never once lied to spare his feelings and she's not going to start now. He won't look at her and she chalks that up mostly to the rain, but she knows it's not the entire reason and if he can feel her gaze on him then surely he feels it when her eyes narrow just a little, that look she gets when she's scrutinizing a situation to form a plan. She won't — can't — force herself on him if rejecting her is truly his aim.
But is it? ] But I mean it.
[ She doesn't say that she thinks he misses her, too. But it was more than just sharing cake. He has to know that. ] What I wanted to say to you before the power went out is this: I think I made a mistake. If it's too late to admit that, then I accept it. I don't want to be cruel to you. But I've never lied to you, Steve. And I'm not going to start now.
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[ She doesn't take her eyes off of him, and she feels this rejection deep in her gut, the way it burns like alcohol through her stomach and spine. He may not have moved on from her, but that means nothing towards moving back towards her, either. She was a fool to assume otherwise. Missing him is cruel and selfish and a brutal honesty (something she's not really at all capable of at the best of times, let alone the worst). She's never once lied to spare his feelings and she's not going to start now. He won't look at her and she chalks that up mostly to the rain, but she knows it's not the entire reason and if he can feel her gaze on him then surely he feels it when her eyes narrow just a little, that look she gets when she's scrutinizing a situation to form a plan. She won't — can't — force herself on him if rejecting her is truly his aim.
But is it? ] But I mean it.
[ She doesn't say that she thinks he misses her, too. But it was more than just sharing cake. He has to know that. ] What I wanted to say to you before the power went out is this: I think I made a mistake. If it's too late to admit that, then I accept it. I don't want to be cruel to you. But I've never lied to you, Steve. And I'm not going to start now.