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bridget was always reassuring.
bridget was always understanding.
bridget deserved more than to be a forever listening ear to a wounded woman unable to change her choices or escape the ones she had already made.
she wanted to kiss bridget. it stood in her eyes for a moment; she blinked it away in shame at her own selfishness. why? why when she knew now she could not stay? why, for the sake of heartbreak? closure?
she drew upon a deep sense of guilt and rode it through the sensation that she would regret never touching bridget again.
teya chose then to glean all she wanted from the warmth of their pressed flanks, in the affectionate validation the cardinal offered; from the way their eyes met when she looked up again.
"i think i go home. to glintcreek fjord. been a long, long time."