It wasn't that she disagreed with him, on the contrary, she knew just how right he was. He'd made quite a few mistakes. But then, so had she. One look over her shoulder at him was all it took for her to realize she shouldn't verbalize any of her thoughts just now and certainly not any of his transgressions. He looked now the way she had felt for the better part of a year. How was it that she never realized it before? Didn't notice his pain? Was he that good at deceiving her or was she simply blinded by her own hurts to see?
Pippa let the sculpture be and did the only thing that made any sense to her, she wrapped her arms around Rory and held on tight. "We don't have to make any more."
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Date: 2009-08-30 06:41 am (UTC)Pippa let the sculpture be and did the only thing that made any sense to her, she wrapped her arms around Rory and held on tight. "We don't have to make any more."
We. Not 'you' or 'I', but we.