[ Her hand stills in his, and she stops to look at him, bereft of her distraction. It's only when she looks into his eyes that she gains more of an awareness, an understanding, perhaps. She doesn't want to be without him; he's so much a part of her that she doesn't know what to do with it.
It should terrify her, but it doesn't.
She breathes. ] I don't know. But no, I'm not. [ The thought of sending him away makes her tighten her fingers on his. She leans closer, hesitant. ] I don't want to let you go.
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It should terrify her, but it doesn't.
She breathes. ] I don't know. But no, I'm not. [ The thought of sending him away makes her tighten her fingers on his. She leans closer, hesitant. ] I don't want to let you go.