She's silent as several different expressions seem to cross his face in the span of a few moments, each one more confusing than the last. Caroline's own eyes drop to their hands, clasped together and on the verge of being painful with how he's clutching her, and her mouth goes dry as she tries to process what it all means.
When she looks back up, he's letting her go, opening his eyes to stare at her in a way she recognizes only vaguely. She's seen it in the eyes of other people, and they've never made it when they looked at her.
She knows the look, and yet she finds she still can't quite accept what she knows she sees. Denial is her greatest ally in this moment, because of all the people to look at her like that, she never expected it to be him.
Caroline had almost come to expect that no one would.
She's stunned into silence at his verbal declaration, her lips parting as words stick in her throat, and then he's walking away, leaving her on the dance floor, alone. Her lips press together, wetting them with her tongue, and she sighs heavily as she turns to look back the way they came before things had gotten even more confusing.]
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proud of uShe's silent as several different expressions seem to cross his face in the span of a few moments, each one more confusing than the last. Caroline's own eyes drop to their hands, clasped together and on the verge of being painful with how he's clutching her, and her mouth goes dry as she tries to process what it all means.
When she looks back up, he's letting her go, opening his eyes to stare at her in a way she recognizes only vaguely. She's seen it in the eyes of other people, and they've never made it when they looked at her.
She knows the look, and yet she finds she still can't quite accept what she knows she sees. Denial is her greatest ally in this moment, because of all the people to look at her like that, she never expected it to be him.
Caroline had almost come to expect that no one would.
She's stunned into silence at his verbal declaration, her lips parting as words stick in her throat, and then he's walking away, leaving her on the dance floor, alone. Her lips press together, wetting them with her tongue, and she sighs heavily as she turns to look back the way they came before things had gotten even more confusing.]
Of course, he'd say that and just leave...
[Men.]