Blackfeather Woods i'm known for being quite vexing, just forewarning you

She did not deny him the touch he sought, but she remained frigid; the shimmering pain in her eyes the only indication that she had not completely adapted to the cold mask she showed only to the strangers that lurked outside their borders. As he spoke, she found herself internally cringing for there was so much she wanted to say, to yell, but could not bring herself to do so. He was blissfully ignorant of her emotional dilemma, and in hindsight, she preferred it stay that way. Except, it could not. "But you haven't," How could she not blame him? What was the cause of his ignorance towards her when they shared the same bed each night? Perhaps it was not simply his fault, and maybe it did not matter. Truthfully, she missed him more than she cared. When the stiffening awkwardness of her form begun to feel misplaced, she sighed, leaning in to bury her nose within the folds of his neck. With that, she no longer found the need to feel angry, as if simply by his touch her problems drifted away. Except, they did not and no sooner was she brought back to earth. Pulling away from the enticing trap of his scent, she cast her eyes away, unable to fully let herself fall once again. Yet, she knew what would occur. He would ask her what was the matter, and she would be unable to answer; she did not know herself well enough to do so. Silent, she awaited his response, both wishing it would not come and desperate to hear him speak.