[ she draws a deep breath, blinking away wetness that glosses over her eyes. she wipes a hand over her mouth rather than draw attention to her brimming tears. ]
I don't have a choice. Filling the hole, tending the wound. That's not an option for me right now.
[ it's a plea, of sorts. to leave it well enough alone. to let her live her pitiful lie as long as it will carry her — what happens when it's over, she knows, will be far worse. ]
no subject
I don't have a choice. Filling the hole, tending the wound. That's not an option for me right now.
[ it's a plea, of sorts. to leave it well enough alone. to let her live her pitiful lie as long as it will carry her — what happens when it's over, she knows, will be far worse. ]