( maybe she's reaching, and she finds herself wishing she could retract the words once they're already scripted across the screen. it's a sharp knife in the form of a question, a roundabout way of asking him what it is he wants. bold of her, given she doesn't have a means to answer it herself. she's toeing an edge she hasn't in quite some time and she fights the urge to bury her phone beneath the pillow beside her, to fire off another message to soften it. )
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( maybe she's reaching, and she finds herself wishing she could retract the words once they're already scripted across the screen. it's a sharp knife in the form of a question, a roundabout way of asking him what it is he wants. bold of her, given she doesn't have a means to answer it herself. she's toeing an edge she hasn't in quite some time and she fights the urge to bury her phone beneath the pillow beside her, to fire off another message to soften it. )