It's like she has something in her ears. Headphones. Something that dampens the noise and makes everything sort of sound like one of the adults from the Peanuts cartoons. Plus, she's not sure that anything he is going to say is something that she wants to hear. Because, yes, yes, everything is going to change and yes, everything is going to be different and as little time as she spends with him that is going to get even smaller, even less and she is going to be left to her mother and all the activities that are supposed to fill up her time until she can safely be moved out of the house and someone else's problem.
Platitudes are not something that she wants to hear right now.
She would just like to sleep right now. For a very long time, and when she opens her eyes things will be better and there will be a solution to this problem. Because it is a problem and not something that she is prepared to deal with. Not that she was naive to think that he didn't have his little girlfriends or whatever they were, but they were never brought up in conversation like this and the word(s) fond or extremely fond of were never used.
His hand is on her shoulder and he is giving her the backpack and it feels like lead in her hands. "All right," but it's not, and it won't ever will be and she watches him walk down the stairs away from her and for a moment she feels like calling out to him to come back but she remains quiet. Instead she disappears into her room and shuts the door before climbing into bed and closing her eyes.
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Date: 2012-07-29 06:57 am (UTC)Platitudes are not something that she wants to hear right now.
She would just like to sleep right now. For a very long time, and when she opens her eyes things will be better and there will be a solution to this problem. Because it is a problem and not something that she is prepared to deal with. Not that she was naive to think that he didn't have his little girlfriends or whatever they were, but they were never brought up in conversation like this and the word(s) fond or extremely fond of were never used.
His hand is on her shoulder and he is giving her the backpack and it feels like lead in her hands. "All right," but it's not, and it won't ever will be and she watches him walk down the stairs away from her and for a moment she feels like calling out to him to come back but she remains quiet. Instead she disappears into her room and shuts the door before climbing into bed and closing her eyes.
There is a solution to this problem.