The other Marie, the one he'd lost. The one who had apparently changed his life for the better. The one he missed with his whole heart, who she looked like for some unknown reason. A feeling of dread curls into her stomach and she carefully pulls her hand back.
"I'm sorry that I'm not her." It's all she can think to say in the face of all this. What could she possibly offer him when this other woman did so much? She can't provide the same life-changing experiences, and once he knows more about her, she very much doubts that he'll even want her to try. She's a defective model and he'd finally struck out in the soulmate lottery.
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Date: 2018-03-01 04:21 am (UTC)"I'm sorry that I'm not her." It's all she can think to say in the face of all this. What could she possibly offer him when this other woman did so much? She can't provide the same life-changing experiences, and once he knows more about her, she very much doubts that he'll even want her to try. She's a defective model and he'd finally struck out in the soulmate lottery.