[Is this better or worse? He isn't sure. He watches her, stricken and stumbling, and wonders if he has cursed her to more suffering. His breath hitches in his throat, and he comes so terribly close to apologizing once more.
But then she has turned and fled, before he can say anything else. He can only stare at the space she once occupied, inhale the faint scent of wisteria still hanging in the air, and wish things could be different.]
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Date: 2025-12-07 03:44 am (UTC)But then she has turned and fled, before he can say anything else. He can only stare at the space she once occupied, inhale the faint scent of wisteria still hanging in the air, and wish things could be different.]