Her muscles tense and her expression locks into something awkward, disgusted, and appalled all simultaneously. She stares at him, fingers still curled into fists at her sides. For a moment, she forgets to breath, too caught up in his words and all the insinuations that come with it to worry about something so mundane. She allows the silence to stretch between them for what feels like a much longer time than actually passes, her eyes twitching to narrow and then relax again as she regards him.
Her voice is quiet, sharp, and dark. "Don't you get it? I don't need your help. I don't need anyone."
She swallows the lump in her throat and forces herself to breathe.
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Her muscles tense and her expression locks into something awkward, disgusted, and appalled all simultaneously. She stares at him, fingers still curled into fists at her sides. For a moment, she forgets to breath, too caught up in his words and all the insinuations that come with it to worry about something so mundane. She allows the silence to stretch between them for what feels like a much longer time than actually passes, her eyes twitching to narrow and then relax again as she regards him.
Her voice is quiet, sharp, and dark. "Don't you get it? I don't need your help. I don't need anyone."
She swallows the lump in her throat and forces herself to breathe.