[His reaction feels like she’s been kicked in the chest, and Chrissy can’t breathe because he’s HORRIFIED to see her and she’d thought… it didn’t matter what she’d thought because it was stupid of her to think it. To be glad to see him. With what had happened, being in his trailer and being… haunted, hallucinating and terrified and feeling like she was going to die, of course he wouldn’t be glad to see her here now.
She should go. She should leave. Go… somewhere. Hide, somewhere else in the market. Or back to her apartment. Because she should have stayed inside. Or maybe find one of those tavern places and see if they would serve her a drink. Maybe that would help. Make her feel less like her heart was breaking in her chest. Or there’s that gift they gave her, the bottle of wine, sitting alone and unopened back in her apartment. She wouldn’t even have to leave.
But she’s frozen in place, staring at his back with tears burning in her eyes. It shouldn’t even matter. It does, though.
She doesn’t expect him to stay, to turn to glance back over his shoulder at her. ]
I mean, it’s been a little bit since they pulled me out of the pool of water and I’ve come here [He probably doesn't mean here as in this little spot that makes for such a good storytelling place but that's what she means.] at least twice now. Does that count as often? And I’m pretty sure this is real. Not a hallucination.
[She’s rambling, she knows she’s rambling and she ought to just leave.] If it is it’s better than the last ones, though.
[Oops. Shouldn’t have said that. She curls in on herself even more and just… waits. For him to leave or for her to work up the courage to do it herself. Or for something else to happen.]
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She should go. She should leave. Go… somewhere. Hide, somewhere else in the market. Or back to her apartment. Because she should have stayed inside. Or maybe find one of those tavern places and see if they would serve her a drink. Maybe that would help. Make her feel less like her heart was breaking in her chest. Or there’s that gift they gave her, the bottle of wine, sitting alone and unopened back in her apartment. She wouldn’t even have to leave.
But she’s frozen in place, staring at his back with tears burning in her eyes. It shouldn’t even matter. It does, though.
She doesn’t expect him to stay, to turn to glance back over his shoulder at her. ]
I mean, it’s been a little bit since they pulled me out of the pool of water and I’ve come here [He probably doesn't mean here as in this little spot that makes for such a good storytelling place but that's what she means.] at least twice now. Does that count as often? And I’m pretty sure this is real. Not a hallucination.
[She’s rambling, she knows she’s rambling and she ought to just leave.] If it is it’s better than the last ones, though.
[Oops. Shouldn’t have said that. She curls in on herself even more and just… waits. For him to leave or for her to work up the courage to do it herself. Or for something else to happen.]