[His response makes her close her eyes for a long moment, a rush of weariness passing over her. That uncertainty is familiar in a way that makes her heart ache; how many times had she seen that look on Barry, before she knew, before either of them truly knew what the next step would be? Doubt of the truth, a lack of sufficient self-worth to believe that she, the ageless and exquisite creature of fire and passion that he said she was, could ever choose him.
God, she has a fucking type.
It hurts to see it again, makes it hard to look at Cor. But the reminder helps her to understand, too, and she lets that pain wash over her like a cleansing wave, finally opening her eyes again and glancing down.
Men like you don't get it. I know how it goes- you've seen and been through enough to doubt the truth. You can't imagine anyone wanting you, so hearing something like this makes you reject it automatically.
A joke. A joke, he said. That foolishness doesn't come out of nothing.
I don't have any expectations, Cor. I'm a big girl, I can handle it when you say no. But don't try to brush it aside by laying the blame on me, just because you don't know how to deal- I won't abide by it.]
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God, she has a fucking type.
It hurts to see it again, makes it hard to look at Cor. But the reminder helps her to understand, too, and she lets that pain wash over her like a cleansing wave, finally opening her eyes again and glancing down.
Men like you don't get it. I know how it goes- you've seen and been through enough to doubt the truth. You can't imagine anyone wanting you, so hearing something like this makes you reject it automatically.
A joke. A joke, he said. That foolishness doesn't come out of nothing.
I don't have any expectations, Cor. I'm a big girl, I can handle it when you say no. But don't try to brush it aside by laying the blame on me, just because you don't know how to deal- I won't abide by it.]