[ the bitterness leaks through. his own admission makes it flow freer. she imagines a world where he'd been the one to tell her the truth, not baghra. a world where he'd asked her, not caged her.
a very different world.
she turns her head against his shoulder so her forehead rests flat against it, staring down at the tiny gap between their hips. at their hands, resting on their own thighs. ]
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[ the bitterness leaks through. his own admission makes it flow freer. she imagines a world where he'd been the one to tell her the truth, not baghra. a world where he'd asked her, not caged her.
a very different world.
she turns her head against his shoulder so her forehead rests flat against it, staring down at the tiny gap between their hips. at their hands, resting on their own thighs. ]