She spits the word out furiously, with venom. And then just like that, her demeanor shifts. She takes a step backward and sits down heavily on the bed, crossing her arms over her stomach.
"No."
This time, her tone is weary and hopeless. This battle is twofold: she's stubbornly, purposefully unwilling to move on, but underneath that, she also feels genuinely incapable of it.
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She spits the word out furiously, with venom. And then just like that, her demeanor shifts. She takes a step backward and sits down heavily on the bed, crossing her arms over her stomach.
"No."
This time, her tone is weary and hopeless. This battle is twofold: she's stubbornly, purposefully unwilling to move on, but underneath that, she also feels genuinely incapable of it.