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had ellie known what tore through lestan's fractured mind, she would have flung herself into the sea for asking such horrible questions; but instead, all she could think to do was look at him with a featherlight softness that had not been there before. here in front of her was — a broken man. not broken in the sense that he needed fixing, but broken in the sense that he needed someone to hold the shattered pieces of him together until he could glue them back into place.
the girl visibly slumps, leaning down onto her elbows until her belly reaches the ground. she does not reach for him, but she curls her body toward him as if it were an invitation for him to come closer, should he seek it.
you are not intolerable, reietó. her lashes flutter over her eyes as she focuses on the calming pull of the ocean. the polite-therapist act now filtered through by her own hurt which blazed on this poor, sad man's behalf, she struggles over her tongue, sounds stopping at the back of her mouth before they can form into words.
queda't amb mi, she finally whispers.