Redhawk Caldera But I can't fight anymore for you

She'd thought she had been prepared, but she was wrong. She had been so, so, so so wrong.

She had her answer. That was what she'd needed. If it wasn't a yes, then it was a no, and she couldn't see it as anything less. She'd been waiting, so long, for him to ask. And now she knew why he hadn't. Now she knew why he'd left. He really was too good for her, in the end, and if he didn't need her as much then... maybe she should give him the chance to find someone who he could love. Someone who could deal with whatever this was, between them. Because she knew she couldn't live like this, waiting any longer, just anticipating the moment he'd finally realize she wasn't worth the trouble.

I can't. Her voice broke, and traitorously, the tears started to prick at her eyes faster than she could stop them. I get that you're scared, but if being scared means you don't want me, I feel like.... I think that's about the clearest answer I'll ever get. The crying started about halfway through that sentence. She hadn't wanted to make this another thing for him to feel guilty about, she really hadn't. You're going to be okay.

She wanted to be there for him, but she didn't know how. She didn't have any concept of what he was feeling or what he was going through, but at least, if they were mates, they both could have known they were in this together. He could have known that she wasn't going anywhere.

I'll still help, I just.... sorry...

She turned and began to walk away, shell shocked. She needed a moment.