The brush of his skin against hers, so much gentler, sends a rippling shudder through her. Her expression goes wide and tense, heart in nothing but freefall.
"It should have been hard. It should have been the hardest thing you ever did."
She buries her face in his neck, nose pressed too hard into his jaw, fingers tight knots in his hair. She's going to kill him. She will. But he has to know it's coming. He has to understand why it's so deserved. She needs to know he remembers everything he ripped apart and everything he left her with.
"You ruined everything," she hisses, so intense she's gone flat, beating a fist against his shoulder to emphasize every furious string of words, "It was supposed to be both of us, you selfish asshole—"
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"It should have been hard. It should have been the hardest thing you ever did."
She buries her face in his neck, nose pressed too hard into his jaw, fingers tight knots in his hair. She's going to kill him. She will. But he has to know it's coming. He has to understand why it's so deserved. She needs to know he remembers everything he ripped apart and everything he left her with.
"You ruined everything," she hisses, so intense she's gone flat, beating a fist against his shoulder to emphasize every furious string of words, "It was supposed to be both of us, you selfish asshole—"