[ He'd better go, because she's about 10 seconds away from kicking over the wheelbarrow she'd (clearly, mistakenly) used to break his fall.
Waits a little longer for him to get further and punches the tree instead, breathing hard. Fine, it's fine, he could keep his superior, patronizing words--was that pity or something worse? Acting as though he knew more. Or thought he knew, but she wasn't thinking about that.
How dare he of all people?
She didn't want to think about what it meant. A second chance? To be in a new world without the ties to her old purpose, the old rules and old games. Everything could be turned to distraction, this feeling of being adrift. Because she couldn't wholly remember, the shock of the betrayal, but there had been pain, more than she'd ever experienced, just wanting it to stop and it wouldn't --
-- oh. Punching the tree hurt more than it should have. Another annoyance-- nothing bruised or broken but just sore enough. She glares at the offense--better to fume at that rather than The Boy-- if he was that, any more. Too much had changed, beyond what she could have imagined, and ...
Fighting would be easier. A tussle would even be preferred over this pattern of thinking.
She grits her teeth, giving the tree a final kick before abruptly turning to head in the opposite direction. At least that temporary physical pain might keep her from thinking about the rest. For now. ]
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Waits a little longer for him to get further and punches the tree instead, breathing hard. Fine, it's fine, he could keep his superior, patronizing words--was that pity or something worse? Acting as though he knew more. Or thought he knew, but she wasn't thinking about that.
How dare he of all people?
She didn't want to think about what it meant. A second chance? To be in a new world without the ties to her old purpose, the old rules and old games. Everything could be turned to distraction, this feeling of being adrift. Because she couldn't wholly remember, the shock of the betrayal, but there had been pain, more than she'd ever experienced, just wanting it to stop and it wouldn't --
-- oh. Punching the tree hurt more than it should have. Another annoyance-- nothing bruised or broken but just sore enough. She glares at the offense--better to fume at that rather than The Boy-- if he was that, any more. Too much had changed, beyond what she could have imagined, and ...
Fighting would be easier. A tussle would even be preferred over this pattern of thinking.
She grits her teeth, giving the tree a final kick before abruptly turning to head in the opposite direction. At least that temporary physical pain might keep her from thinking about the rest. For now. ]