[Her mouth always has had a habit of running away from her. It seems that this time, she may have started a conversation that she's not ready to take part in. A lump forms in her throat and she swallows it roughly, trying not to look too disappointed. She's gone into this determined not to push him for anything. She's known since the start that he's a broken man, and she's tried to build him up without ever asking for anything from him. His life doesn't let him give hope easily.
But she still wants to give him some anyway.
The fear that he might pull away and leave is incredibly real, and she holds onto him just a little tighter.]
I think it's time we did more than just dance.
[She cautiously tells him, trying to ignore the way her voice trembles. This is unknown territory, dangerous territory. He may not forgive her for diving right in and dragging him along with her. But when you love someone, shouldn't you fight to have them? Shouldn't you want to let them know how you feel? ]
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But she still wants to give him some anyway.
The fear that he might pull away and leave is incredibly real, and she holds onto him just a little tighter.]
I think it's time we did more than just dance.
[She cautiously tells him, trying to ignore the way her voice trembles. This is unknown territory, dangerous territory. He may not forgive her for diving right in and dragging him along with her. But when you love someone, shouldn't you fight to have them? Shouldn't you want to let them know how you feel? ]
We've been dancing for a year now.