[Sitting suddenly feels like a bad choice. She feels sick to her stomach as she promptly stands up and wraps her arms around herself. The cabin isn't that bad, but she takes to pacing around it anyway. He could've lied, she realizes. But he didn't. And even if what he has to say upsets her, she's grateful for the fact he was honest.
As she paces, she swears she can remember more details. She may be flooded by the memory of the fear she had felt, but it's like she has phantom pains in her arms and legs. Even her eyes are aching, which she attributes to the fact she's crying again.
By the time she stops pacing, she's standing directly before him. Her hand is in his once again, and she's not sure if she grabbed him or if he reached out to stop her. ]
Thank you. For staying with me.
[She hasn't pieced together yet that there was a price for him to pay for being there. That he suffered greatly for her being killed in his uncle's trailer.]
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As she paces, she swears she can remember more details. She may be flooded by the memory of the fear she had felt, but it's like she has phantom pains in her arms and legs. Even her eyes are aching, which she attributes to the fact she's crying again.
By the time she stops pacing, she's standing directly before him. Her hand is in his once again, and she's not sure if she grabbed him or if he reached out to stop her. ]
Thank you. For staying with me.
[She hasn't pieced together yet that there was a price for him to pay for being there. That he suffered greatly for her being killed in his uncle's trailer.]