It was that he was too right, and too certain he was right, and each time he kept coming she realized she had that much less internal support holding her up right than the collapsed mine.
She was trying her best, by her fingertips, and it was all lies and nearly being dishonest. Wrenched open every time she saw him again.
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branchandroot
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Date: 2012-04-12 03:11 pm (UTC)The problem wasn't that he was wrong.
It was that he was too right, and too certain he was right, and each time he kept coming she realized she had that much less internal support holding her up right than the collapsed mine.
She was trying her best, by her fingertips, and it was all lies and nearly being dishonest. Wrenched open every time she saw him again.
"What do I do?"