08-18-2019, 04:14 PM
Does he feel her come apart?
Or does he simply imagine her unraveling, too?
He can hear it in her voice, though it sounds more like a sigh than anything, that one dejected thing. He feels no remorse, though maybe he should. Some stirring of guilt or sorrow that he has led her to believe he is anything other than what he is. A stoic expression and an empty cavern in his chest where his heart ought to be.
Just as he is not built for compassion, he is not built for intimacy. He is not built for secrets exchanged in the murky half-dark before dawn. He is not built for being anything other than this someone who has forgotten how to care about anything at all.
He drags in a shuddering breath when she speaks again. He barks out a laugh but it comes out hollow. Perhaps he’d meant for it to be warm, to provide her some comfort, to try and mend the fissure cracks in whatever this is. But, while it is neither cruel nor dismissive, it is mirthless.
“Nothing worth anyone knowing,” he corrects her. “The difference between you and me, Adna, is that I know that I’m worthless and you only think that you are.”
Or does he simply imagine her unraveling, too?
He can hear it in her voice, though it sounds more like a sigh than anything, that one dejected thing. He feels no remorse, though maybe he should. Some stirring of guilt or sorrow that he has led her to believe he is anything other than what he is. A stoic expression and an empty cavern in his chest where his heart ought to be.
Just as he is not built for compassion, he is not built for intimacy. He is not built for secrets exchanged in the murky half-dark before dawn. He is not built for being anything other than this someone who has forgotten how to care about anything at all.
He drags in a shuddering breath when she speaks again. He barks out a laugh but it comes out hollow. Perhaps he’d meant for it to be warm, to provide her some comfort, to try and mend the fissure cracks in whatever this is. But, while it is neither cruel nor dismissive, it is mirthless.
“Nothing worth anyone knowing,” he corrects her. “The difference between you and me, Adna, is that I know that I’m worthless and you only think that you are.”