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Timid and nervous are two things she wished she was. Instead all she felt was dread and scared. She knew he wanted it, knew he wouldn't wait forever, or more honestly was afraid he would take what he could. Facing her fear made her body shake and her heart stop, but putting him in an increasingly desperate state could only make the inevitable worse. Better to suffer it like a band-aid - fast and far between..
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There's not a lot of maturity in the room. Just a hot headed victim and a woman scorned. A lecture about how adults don't do this isn't going to go well with two ferocious children. Its best to let them grapple it out on the mat, get some of the energy out, then try to make them talk.
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Its so hard to navigate between self sacrifice to find the bedrock of what she wants. All he needs to hear is that she wants him to be with her and he'd be there. But she's full of 'if you want' and 'I'll support you' and bullshit statements that push this back on him. It is what he wants but it has to be right for both of them.
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Grains of gritty soil fall through his hands as he taps off the roots of the spring weeds. Earthworms, brought to the surface as he tilled and pulled, slithered over the contours and back down into darkness. He wanted to be an earthworm. Wanted a life with quiet purpose. There's honesty in working the earth, making things better, growing food and flowers. Simplicity. Security. Going unnoticed under the layers.
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He's a runaway. Things get hard and he checks out. His feet are itching to go, find some place less uncomfortable, less complicated. But his heart isn't in it, not like before. He has to settle into this feeling, make a home despite it, with it.