"I can't do it!" she yells desperately, "I can't! Don't make me do this!" she begs curling into the fetal position on his bed as her tears engulf her, as her body shakes with their intensity. Her body awaiting the touch of his comfort hoping for some remorse, some understanding, some rationality to be begotten from her words. Surprised with her own sincerity and passion, she allows the waves to flow through her, her eyes shielded from the sight around her.
"Get out," he mutters in surrender. But his words fall on deaf ears, they land in disbelief: that someone so close, so dear could look upon her broken frame and utter those words. "Get out of my room," he repeats as she hears the opening of a door. She opens her eyes to see him disappeared into another location. She stalks angry, hurt, and hopeless out of the room as she collapses onto her bed and cries herself into a numb sleep. As she surrenders to that bitter refuge she's tried so desperately to refrain from. As she breaks after bending in resistance for so long.
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