[ Jess drinks until her mouth is seared clean and her throat coated, stopping only to conserve the rest. She finds and throws on her jacket and her pack and has a last look around for any odds and ends that might be hers. Nothing, so she starts off in the direction with the least dense treeline and is immediately unsatisfied with the mollifying vow she makes to herself that she doesn't need him anymore. She can only stomp so hard or so fast before she'll have to stop and heave, so she takes measured steps with furiously clenched fists, and helplessly reasons through why he's dead to her.
Not least of which is that he let her kiss him in that dumbass treehouse he probably built. It doesn't make any sense, if he values the ideal of protecting her so goddamn much. Unless he thought rejecting her would hurt her more, in which case he chose the path of least resistance for "her" wellbeing. Did he ever want her at all then? Did he think she wanted to use him to that extent even if he didn't?
A branch snags on her hair, not for the first time, but Jess snaps and rips the branch down with barely a grunt. When no monster zooms in to sweep her back into Kevin's arms, she kicks it to halves and it's his ribs splintering all over her boots. ]
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Not least of which is that he let her kiss him in that dumbass treehouse he probably built. It doesn't make any sense, if he values the ideal of protecting her so goddamn much. Unless he thought rejecting her would hurt her more, in which case he chose the path of least resistance for "her" wellbeing. Did he ever want her at all then? Did he think she wanted to use him to that extent even if he didn't?
A branch snags on her hair, not for the first time, but Jess snaps and rips the branch down with barely a grunt. When no monster zooms in to sweep her back into Kevin's arms, she kicks it to halves and it's his ribs splintering all over her boots. ]