[ She curses herself for hoping for more than this, for thinking there was even the slightest possibility it would be different. Everything is too far gone for that, to shattered and broken. He can't be in the same room as who, why did she think he could possibly stomach holding a conversation with her? Still she sits with a lump in her throat, with things she wants to desperately say but can't.
She hates it, this suffocating silence. Unable to speak like they used too, unable to breathe. Stuck with a longing that doesn't fade. An aching hole in her chest she desperately wants to fill. That she doesn't deserve to fill.
It's your fault, all of it. You did this to yourself. ]
Fen─ [ The words catch in her throat. ] I... right.
[A part of him wants to continue speaking to her. A rebellious, traitorous part of him. But he knows it cannot be. Not yet. Perhaps not ever. He doesn't know. He wishes he did, that he could give her something, anything. But he can't...and he won't.
He stares at the communicator for a moment, before letting out a steady exhale, turning it off. ]
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She hates it, this suffocating silence. Unable to speak like they used too, unable to breathe. Stuck with a longing that doesn't fade. An aching hole in her chest she desperately wants to fill. That she doesn't deserve to fill.
It's your fault, all of it. You did this to yourself. ]
Fen─ [ The words catch in her throat. ] I... right.
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He stares at the communicator for a moment, before letting out a steady exhale, turning it off. ]