She hears him at the door but doesn't move. His mind screams out with hesitation, with uncertain and heartache. If he doesn't want to see her, she'll let him walk away.
But he doesn't, he comes closer, joins her on the bed and a part of her relaxes a little. She doesn't know him, she doesn't understand why he's upset, but a part of her, a small, quiet part, feels the need to have his acceptance, even if she knows she will never be the person he needs and he won't ever fill the hole in her memory where he should be.
She rises slowly, seemingly awoken by his hand in her hair. "hello," she greets, her voice soft. She studies him, a smile tugging at her lips.
"I didn't know if you'd come."
Of course it was a lie, she knew he would, new he would return eventually because this is his space, but it seemed polite to say. It was giving him a chance to back out somehow, to walk away if that's what he wanted.
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But he doesn't, he comes closer, joins her on the bed and a part of her relaxes a little. She doesn't know him, she doesn't understand why he's upset, but a part of her, a small, quiet part, feels the need to have his acceptance, even if she knows she will never be the person he needs and he won't ever fill the hole in her memory where he should be.
She rises slowly, seemingly awoken by his hand in her hair. "hello," she greets, her voice soft. She studies him, a smile tugging at her lips.
"I didn't know if you'd come."
Of course it was a lie, she knew he would, new he would return eventually because this is his space, but it seemed polite to say. It was giving him a chance to back out somehow, to walk away if that's what he wanted.