Why did he have to be so perceptive? She could see it in his eyes that he didn't believe her assertions that she was just fine. Of course he didn't, who would? Her hands were shaking, her voice was strained, she felt like she was about to have an anxiety attack. She wasn't okay, but she couldn't bring herself to admit it.
"I'm alright," she insisted with an ounce more of firmness and a shake of her head. "Let's go back to bed."
The glass was supposed to rest on the counter. She wasn't supposed to lose her focus and fumble her grip as she let go, the bottom of the glass only half on the counter so that it teetered over the edge, water spilling as the star-speckled glass hit the floor and shattered, pieces skittering across the kitchen floor. It was an old, automatic instinct for her to immediately crouch down and begin gathering up the shards.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'll replace it." The words ran together in a steady murmured stream. She'd been the one to buy the glasses, one of the many special holiday additions to his apartment, but all that was registering in her mind was that old familiar terror at the prospect of being cast aside for something she'd done wrong.
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Date: 2017-01-11 06:14 am (UTC)"I'm alright," she insisted with an ounce more of firmness and a shake of her head. "Let's go back to bed."
The glass was supposed to rest on the counter. She wasn't supposed to lose her focus and fumble her grip as she let go, the bottom of the glass only half on the counter so that it teetered over the edge, water spilling as the star-speckled glass hit the floor and shattered, pieces skittering across the kitchen floor. It was an old, automatic instinct for her to immediately crouch down and begin gathering up the shards.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'll replace it." The words ran together in a steady murmured stream. She'd been the one to buy the glasses, one of the many special holiday additions to his apartment, but all that was registering in her mind was that old familiar terror at the prospect of being cast aside for something she'd done wrong.