Haunted Wood I'm dressing so ironic

Denial.
Somehow, that hurt worse than aggression. Aggression, she could come back another day but denial. Well, it'd settled in her mind that she didn't want her near.
She withdrew a step, then stopped. She pressed her nose forward an inch then stopped. She didn't know what to do.
She wanted to go and make things right but no.
No...

She half-turned, looking away completely. Then looked back, taking another step.
Fuck, what did she do? Stop fuckign about and decide!
Unless Serem had already decided.