( maybe, in some weird way, she understands it all more than she wants to admit. after all had anyone ever looked at her as anything other than a machine before she came here? perhaps alice and luther, of course and rose but there was still so much pain that came associated with everything.
almost as if she's silently waiting for the rug to be pulled out from under her and everything to go back to normal. she hates that piece of her, that fear that lingers inside her despite everything else that has happened... )
... Can I kiss you again? ( in the end, she isn't sure what she wants but honestly? she doesn't want to think about it. she doesn't want to think about anything. )
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almost as if she's silently waiting for the rug to be pulled out from under her and everything to go back to normal. she hates that piece of her, that fear that lingers inside her despite everything else that has happened... )
... Can I kiss you again? ( in the end, she isn't sure what she wants but honestly? she doesn't want to think about it. she doesn't want to think about anything. )