[ Her arms drop to her sides but, like neither of them are expecting, her shoulders don't shake him off. Jess strains to swallow, blinking rainwater off her eyelashes. ]
I'm scared. [ Jess stresses, spits, hisses it. It's a hideous feeling to have and uglier to own up to. It's constant toil to feel anything else through it and managing it has worn her down to the marrow. If he can't see her caring for him now, how can she promise to change? As if she doesn't want to, even for such a crappy, backwards reason. Anything is better than suspending herself in a living death, as relegated the back of her own life as she ever was on Kevin's arm.
Her abrupt switch to such a softness that the rainfall threatens to swallow it puts her off. Imperceptibly, among the shame she's already soaked in. ] It's never gonna stop. I don't know how to make it stop.
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I'm scared. [ Jess stresses, spits, hisses it. It's a hideous feeling to have and uglier to own up to. It's constant toil to feel anything else through it and managing it has worn her down to the marrow. If he can't see her caring for him now, how can she promise to change? As if she doesn't want to, even for such a crappy, backwards reason. Anything is better than suspending herself in a living death, as relegated the back of her own life as she ever was on Kevin's arm.
Her abrupt switch to such a softness that the rainfall threatens to swallow it puts her off. Imperceptibly, among the shame she's already soaked in. ] It's never gonna stop. I don't know how to make it stop.