[She doesn't mean to be cruel. In the moment, she doesn't mean to be anything. She's just simply trying to exist in this space between the past and the future and all it entails. How is she supposed to come to terms with something that hasn't even happened yet?
She doesn't even know where to start. There's so much more here than just the two of them, and she really should have expected that. Even so, there's so much she hasn't seen, things barely understood on the edges of their story, and she's not sure how to feel about any of it except tiny broken fragments of hope scattered amongst the loss and the pain.]
Three years...
[She repeats him softly, as if three years sounds like a lifetime. Enough could certainly happen in that amount of time when it came to their lives to count as one.
He pulls back one of her hands to wipe at her eyes, because it's suddenly getting difficult to see again. She breathes out a heavy breath as she tries to push the majority of her emotions down into a box to deal with a little at a time. He offered her the truth, and she'd accepted it, and it wouldn't be fair if she didn't focus on the parts that were about him. About them.
Caroline finally meets his gaze then, solidly, her expression hesitant, yet determined.]
Okay, then I'll ask you again. Why are you doing this?
[What does he want from her? What is she supposed to be? Some reminder of someone he used to know, a friend that he can playfully banter with, or something else?
Because simply guessing is only going to get her hurt, in one way or another.]
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She doesn't even know where to start. There's so much more here than just the two of them, and she really should have expected that. Even so, there's so much she hasn't seen, things barely understood on the edges of their story, and she's not sure how to feel about any of it except tiny broken fragments of hope scattered amongst the loss and the pain.]
Three years...
[She repeats him softly, as if three years sounds like a lifetime. Enough could certainly happen in that amount of time when it came to their lives to count as one.
He pulls back one of her hands to wipe at her eyes, because it's suddenly getting difficult to see again. She breathes out a heavy breath as she tries to push the majority of her emotions down into a box to deal with a little at a time. He offered her the truth, and she'd accepted it, and it wouldn't be fair if she didn't focus on the parts that were about him. About them.
Caroline finally meets his gaze then, solidly, her expression hesitant, yet determined.]
Okay, then I'll ask you again. Why are you doing this?
[What does he want from her? What is she supposed to be? Some reminder of someone he used to know, a friend that he can playfully banter with, or something else?
Because simply guessing is only going to get her hurt, in one way or another.]