[ Despite his apology, her breath comes out hard for a few more seconds. It takes that long for the adrenaline to start to process, to drain out of her blood, to get her focused on him again and anchor herself in where she really is. She heaves in and out slower and slower until finally she's not seeing red anymore.
Slowly, her grip loosens.
His hand is warm. His arm is warm. And this blanket he has heaped on top of her, that's warm too, if heavy. She doesn't want to let go. Doesn't want to push him away, but doesn't want to pull him closer either. She's paralyzed, caught ever in this middle space. ]
What are you doing?
[ It's a stupid question, maybe, but she figures it can't possibly be the obvious. He doesn't see her as a person. ]
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Slowly, her grip loosens.
His hand is warm. His arm is warm. And this blanket he has heaped on top of her, that's warm too, if heavy. She doesn't want to let go. Doesn't want to push him away, but doesn't want to pull him closer either. She's paralyzed, caught ever in this middle space. ]
What are you doing?
[ It's a stupid question, maybe, but she figures it can't possibly be the obvious. He doesn't see her as a person. ]