What was he doing? Pippa watched him, confusion and anger mounting again as he knelt down in the broken remains of her artwork, of her glass. "You should have."
She turned away from him, unable to look down at his misery-filled expression. Pippa didn't want to think about anyone's suffering but her own. Didn't want to consider that she might be hurting him with her actions and her words. She certainly didn't want to acknowledge that he might be right.
That piece of red glass he'd caught and saved mocked her from its resting place and as she listened to the sounds of Rory breathing, her own stifled sobs and the steady roar of fire, Pippa let out another anguished cry. Her arm swung out and she swiped the object from the table, sending it to the floor along with everything else broken and discarded. "Rory...please just go away. There isn't anything for you here. There isn't anything for me here anymore. Don't you understand that?"
Couldn't he see that she was just as much of a mess as all the glass at her feet? That Larch took it all from her, everything she'd created here, not just her studio but her life on Staten Island. Her cocoon of safety. The person she had wanted so desperately to be...and now it was gone.
She gripped the edge if the table, leaned on it for support. Of course he saw it. He had told her she needed professional help, hadn't he? "I can't do this anymore...I can't be this anymore. I can't be here any more."
The words bubbled up between choked sobs and on a shaky voice. The thoughts that have chased themselves around inside her head for days and weeks, everything he'd taken away, all the things she'd lost, none of the things she felt capable of changing or taking back.
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She turned away from him, unable to look down at his misery-filled expression. Pippa didn't want to think about anyone's suffering but her own. Didn't want to consider that she might be hurting him with her actions and her words. She certainly didn't want to acknowledge that he might be right.
That piece of red glass he'd caught and saved mocked her from its resting place and as she listened to the sounds of Rory breathing, her own stifled sobs and the steady roar of fire, Pippa let out another anguished cry. Her arm swung out and she swiped the object from the table, sending it to the floor along with everything else broken and discarded. "Rory...please just go away. There isn't anything for you here. There isn't anything for me here anymore. Don't you understand that?"
Couldn't he see that she was just as much of a mess as all the glass at her feet? That Larch took it all from her, everything she'd created here, not just her studio but her life on Staten Island. Her cocoon of safety. The person she had wanted so desperately to be...and now it was gone.
She gripped the edge if the table, leaned on it for support. Of course he saw it. He had told her she needed professional help, hadn't he? "I can't do this anymore...I can't be this anymore. I can't be here any more."
The words bubbled up between choked sobs and on a shaky voice. The thoughts that have chased themselves around inside her head for days and weeks, everything he'd taken away, all the things she'd lost, none of the things she felt capable of changing or taking back.