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⠀it’s all i think about. it fucking 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒔
⠀me knowing that this path led me to you.
⠀( her fingers curl around a wrench,
⠀desperately anchoring herself to resist
⠀physical comfort. she lost that right a
⠀long time ago. )
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no. 𝘯𝘰. you’re afraid of the consequences. the consequences of what you 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦.
﹙ grip tightens, eleanor’s eyes filling with angry tears. 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. ﹚
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⠀
⠀( she doesn’t pull away, greed consuming
⠀the first touch she’s felt from el in a long
⠀time. she doesn’t lean into it either. )
⠀the wrong person is asking those questions.
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﹙ hands reach and grab onto one of amanda’s wrists, attempting to stop her. ﹚you ask me to do something and then tell me to go .ᐣ are you afraid of something .ᐣ afraid of me .ᐣ what is it .ᐣ
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⠀
⠀( agitated step forward to the workbench,
⠀scraping the tools towards herself across
⠀the surface. her palms stay flat against the
⠀pile of instruments to keep from shaking. )
⠀just 𝒈𝒐, eleanor.
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proving a . . . i’m not proving a point. you asked me to do something, so i’m going to do it. now quit dissecting everything i do or leave me alone.
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⠀
⠀( her eyes betray her timid demeanor,
⠀shame burning in her brown gaze. she
⠀shies away from confrontation, falling
⠀silent amidst rising tension. )
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