[ It's not that Andy is incapable of cruelty. No, cruelty and tenderness live entwined together inside her, each in equal measures — and maybe in a different mood, with a deeper wound, she'd be willing to crush that fragile heart in her hand. Maybe she'd even want to, damn the regret and guilt. But not now. Not when Emily sounds like that, her voice so small that it seems barely there at all when she makes that painfully vulnerable confession.
How could she possibly bring herself to hurt someone who sounds like that?
A heavy sigh swells at her chest. Her grip loosens a little on the arms of that chair as she crouches down in front of Emily, looking up at her with those dark eyes, deep and knowing. It doesn't take much force with these things when someone is already laid so bare. She doesn't have to shout or threaten or push. ]
Do you really not know? [ She asks, her stare unwavering. ] Or do you just feel too guilty to say it?
[ Close as they already are, she only has to lean in a little to bring them nearly face to face. ]
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How could she possibly bring herself to hurt someone who sounds like that?
A heavy sigh swells at her chest. Her grip loosens a little on the arms of that chair as she crouches down in front of Emily, looking up at her with those dark eyes, deep and knowing. It doesn't take much force with these things when someone is already laid so bare. She doesn't have to shout or threaten or push. ]
Do you really not know? [ She asks, her stare unwavering. ] Or do you just feel too guilty to say it?
[ Close as they already are, she only has to lean in a little to bring them nearly face to face. ]
Tell me to leave. Or ask me to stay.