[ Well, technically Julie is from somewhere that it would be more common to buy secondhand or inherit your furniture from someone else, but that's not always an option when you need to furnish an entire place. Wal-Mart and Amazon and Wayfair were there to fill the gap.
She sits next to him on the sofa, her legs tucked to the side, clutching her glass. It's true, there's been a tangible sense that he wanted to speak to her, but the topic truly catches her off-guard. Enough so that she reacts before she can control her expression; her eyes go wide, as if he's caught her with her hand in a cookie jar, her smiling falling. Her heart leaps into her throat, and she feels like she can barely breathe.
The demon. He's mad. Mad that she's so stupid, that she's so weak, that she caused problems for him. Gave the demon ammo. He doesn't want her anymore.
(Other thoughts rattle the cages she keeps them in in her mind. The thoughts that are so heavy and dark that she cannot bear to acknowledge them, has to keep them locked away from herself, they begin to rouse and try to escape.) ]
No. [ It comes out automatically, denial that's almost comical coming from such obvious fear. ] I'm --
[ For a second, she seems lost for words. Fine? Okay? He already doesn't believe it. Shame and pain prickle at behind her eyes like needles, aggravating the part of her that's so averse to negative emotions. Her voice drops as she looks down at her wine. ]
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She sits next to him on the sofa, her legs tucked to the side, clutching her glass. It's true, there's been a tangible sense that he wanted to speak to her, but the topic truly catches her off-guard. Enough so that she reacts before she can control her expression; her eyes go wide, as if he's caught her with her hand in a cookie jar, her smiling falling. Her heart leaps into her throat, and she feels like she can barely breathe.
The demon. He's mad. Mad that she's so stupid, that she's so weak, that she caused problems for him. Gave the demon ammo. He doesn't want her anymore.
(Other thoughts rattle the cages she keeps them in in her mind. The thoughts that are so heavy and dark that she cannot bear to acknowledge them, has to keep them locked away from herself, they begin to rouse and try to escape.) ]
No. [ It comes out automatically, denial that's almost comical coming from such obvious fear. ] I'm --
[ For a second, she seems lost for words. Fine? Okay? He already doesn't believe it. Shame and pain prickle at behind her eyes like needles, aggravating the part of her that's so averse to negative emotions. Her voice drops as she looks down at her wine. ]
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you.