She can't quite look at him. In the end she can't let him see how much this hurts her, and doesn't want to know how much her silent acknowledgment, the tiniest shake of her head as she drops her eyes to stare down at her hands, will hurt him.
No.
They'd never really been able to reach each other through the walls they'd kept in place. Whatever spark was there -- and it still was there, whatever genuine feeling had drawn her to him -- had been smothered by the weight of all that had been left unsaid.
There's a part of her that wonders, still. That asks a silent question.
(Would you have loved me?)
But a bigger part of her is saying no. That whatever might have been, couldn't be.
Through no fault of their own, the answer was still no.
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Date: 2006-06-25 07:10 am (UTC)No.
They'd never really been able to reach each other through the walls they'd kept in place. Whatever spark was there -- and it still was there, whatever genuine feeling had drawn her to him -- had been smothered by the weight of all that had been left unsaid.
There's a part of her that wonders, still. That asks a silent question.
(Would you have loved me?)
But a bigger part of her is saying no. That whatever might have been, couldn't be.
Through no fault of their own, the answer was still no.