[She watches as he leaves, almost raising her hand to reach out to him. To steady him, to tell him he doesn't need to worry, that he doesn't need to apologize or leave, something. Instead, all she can do is let her hand drop. She bites her lip to stop herself from saying anything.
Because what can she possibly say now? Even though she never wanted to, she feels like everything she's said to him here has only hurt him. No matter what she wants, she feels like she can only continue to hurt him once more.
So she sits there, watching until she can't see him anymore. For the first time since she reactivated, she feels utterly alone.]
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Because what can she possibly say now? Even though she never wanted to, she feels like everything she's said to him here has only hurt him. No matter what she wants, she feels like she can only continue to hurt him once more.
So she sits there, watching until she can't see him anymore. For the first time since she reactivated, she feels utterly alone.]