Hushed Willows [m] Blood on your knees, outside in the cold

She could run. She could leave, and no one would ever see this, no one would ever know. She could go to the sea, and then —

Reverie flinched at the sound of Boone's voice, clutching her leg a little closer as she turned to look at him with a wild fear in her eyes. I - She felt as if she might be sick. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm so - fucked up. Her last words broke into a sob and she stood shakily, taking a step back. She could run. If she ran, she would never have to see the hatred in his eyes; she wouldn't have to watch him realize that she deserved nothing else from him.