[She's quiet. Deathly quiet. Unable to speak, unable to meet his gaze. Eyes flicker back to the outstretched hand again. A hand she wants to take in her own. Hold tightly and never let go.]
You wouldn't. [She's had months now. Months to reconcile with this.] But you weren't you.
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You wouldn't. [She's had months now. Months to reconcile with this.] But you weren't you.