[She's still a moment, gaze wandering away with momentary distraction. Everything is in sharper focus still, the water seeming to move in slow motion. His words make her eyebrow twitch, a slight furrow of disapproval, before she wills her expression to be neutral again, gaze sliding back to him.
'Don't say that,' she wants to say, but there's no good that could come from voicing it out loud. Instead she leans into him more, considering what he's said.]
Knowing that, if you go back, will you change it?
[She speaks low, as if speaking too loud will shatter the world around them]
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'Don't say that,' she wants to say, but there's no good that could come from voicing it out loud. Instead she leans into him more, considering what he's said.]
Knowing that, if you go back, will you change it?
[She speaks low, as if speaking too loud will shatter the world around them]