he knew all about her. he had known since before she had known. she portrayed herself as strong willed and independent, but he knew. she fell away to every politic pressure. he stared at her and knew she couldn't see him. she could see him, but she couldn't see him. she blinked and eyes watering in recollection. she was here by accident, it was all and accident. if only she could have retracted. if only her shoes had been untied, or her mother rand. there's no 'if only' in life though you go and live and what happens, happens no matter how fucked up it is.
he saw her begin to weep. he knew, he was there. he also knew it was going to happen. it was bound to happen, but he knew. she looked across the table and delicately studied his features. he seemed so familiar as if she hadn't seem him in years. she hadn't seen him in years, not since her father died at least, since she gave up. he longed for her to see him! he pursued, but she rejected, rejoiced in others.
she couldn't tell where she was, didn't know where she was going, but she noticed a familiar scar from the incident which she began to tear at with her teeth.
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