[it's her answer to them, knowing the admissions don't come easy. emotions that they might feel, but that twist on the way out, hard to form into words. actions showed it better - wanting to bring them together for a moment where they could all breathe under the same roof, where she could see them both at the same time. it's a funny, complicated thing, but if there had been only one, there would have been an absence. if they had been alone...
it strikes her, standing there, how strange life is, to wind their fates together and to keep them that way. to realize that if the world is falling apart, then they have to cling as tightly as they can to what will stay, hard enough it leaves nail marks.
their tea's almost done, so she'll bring them their cups, resuming her post by the counter as she thinks of what she wants to say - no, how she wants to say it.]
...Though, I'm not surprised I ended up here.
[Emily'd alluded to it in front of both of them, that she knew why, but not the details. not in public, where people could hear her, where the feat of pulling out a long buried knife would be witnessed by the eyes she doesn't want to see. it's messy, it's abrupt, but if they wanted to know her, to have her there still, she'd been thinking for a while beforehand that some truth needs to give.]
You deserve to know why.
[not because they asked. but because she trusts them, and it's the best way she can show it.]
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[it's her answer to them, knowing the admissions don't come easy. emotions that they might feel, but that twist on the way out, hard to form into words. actions showed it better - wanting to bring them together for a moment where they could all breathe under the same roof, where she could see them both at the same time. it's a funny, complicated thing, but if there had been only one, there would have been an absence. if they had been alone...
it strikes her, standing there, how strange life is, to wind their fates together and to keep them that way. to realize that if the world is falling apart, then they have to cling as tightly as they can to what will stay, hard enough it leaves nail marks.
their tea's almost done, so she'll bring them their cups, resuming her post by the counter as she thinks of what she wants to say - no, how she wants to say it.]
...Though, I'm not surprised I ended up here.
[Emily'd alluded to it in front of both of them, that she knew why, but not the details. not in public, where people could hear her, where the feat of pulling out a long buried knife would be witnessed by the eyes she doesn't want to see. it's messy, it's abrupt, but if they wanted to know her, to have her there still, she'd been thinking for a while beforehand that some truth needs to give.]
You deserve to know why.
[not because they asked. but because she trusts them, and it's the best way she can show it.]