If he could...if...he could. She knew he could, understood what he was capable of if he wanted it badly enough. He...didn't want to. She sniffed back more tears, wiped her face with the back of her hand and curled up against her disheveled sheets and blankets. Did he even realize that now she felt even more alone, rejected?
"I shouldn't have called you. I'm sorry...this isn't your...it's not your problem anymore." No, she wasn't going to talk. Talking didn't help. Wouldn't bring him to her. Wouldn't give her what she thought she needed. Him.
"I wasn't thinking." No, she'd been feeling. Feeling and trying to reach out the only way she knew how...and he wasn't willing. It was probably her own fault, no less than she deserved for leaving him. "You must have better, more important things to do than listen to me act like a fool. I won't...I'm not going to keep you."
Pippa pressed the disconnect button before she could recant her words and before she choked on the tears she was holding back.
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Date: 2009-05-06 03:06 am (UTC)"I shouldn't have called you. I'm sorry...this isn't your...it's not your problem anymore." No, she wasn't going to talk. Talking didn't help. Wouldn't bring him to her. Wouldn't give her what she thought she needed. Him.
"I wasn't thinking." No, she'd been feeling. Feeling and trying to reach out the only way she knew how...and he wasn't willing. It was probably her own fault, no less than she deserved for leaving him. "You must have better, more important things to do than listen to me act like a fool. I won't...I'm not going to keep you."
Pippa pressed the disconnect button before she could recant her words and before she choked on the tears she was holding back.