[ His stare is frigid; cold and black. Yes. That is what he wanted her to say, to acknowledge. He stares at her darkly for a moment longer, narrow and angry. He pretends too, every day that he acts as though he is a person, as though he can function. It does not stop it hurting him, always. All the time.
Then he leaves her with the unconscious loud mouth, the door shuts firmly behind him. ]
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Then he leaves her with the unconscious loud mouth, the door shuts firmly behind him. ]