They stop breathing, for a moment. Fingers curling under the edges of their sweater, stock still. Open their eyes a little wider, so he knows they're looking at him. Don't let your lips move- don't make a sound.
Can't they just Haven't I done enough for you? do one thing right?]
Sorry.
[The word is so tiny; not going to be enough, but they don't lower their head, so maybe- I just don't know why I bother anymore. Probably won't help either. They don't dare to breathe until he speaks again; until the words change; until the tone's gone, until they're sure they can speak at all.]
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They stop breathing, for a moment. Fingers curling under the edges of their sweater, stock still. Open their eyes a little wider, so he knows they're looking at him. Don't let your lips move- don't make a sound.
Can't they just
Haven't I done enough for you?
do one thing right?]
Sorry.
[The word is so tiny; not going to be enough, but they don't lower their head, so maybe-
I just don't know why I bother anymore.
Probably won't help either. They don't dare to breathe until he speaks again; until the words change; until the tone's gone, until they're sure they can speak at all.]
Sorry.
[Repeating themself isn't going to help either.]