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      ^{“And you just expect for everything to be okay?” she couldn’t just waltz in and pick up where everything left off ; that’s not the way things worked. Throughout her absence and disappearance from the company, Paige’s isolation has become more apparent, the loneliness was more comforting than someone’s company or having a girls night out with those that still kept in touch with her. Tons of wrong decisions had been made, and only she could make amends…but HOW if she didn’t even know where to start?}

      ^{Rather than continuing to talk, it’s as though she almost LEANED onto the touch against her pale shoulder, thankful that her hair was able to obscure her vision and conceal her facial expression. GODDAMMIT she hated feeling so goddamn feeble and BROKEN ; how she despised seeing herself as a victim when in all honesty, she wasn’t even WORTHY of being anything. “You’re wastin’ your time, Sami –” she didn’t dare shove the man away, but it was obvious that convincing her was going to be a lot easier said than done…and that alone was enough to hint at the PAIN within. “–there’s nothin’ to talk about, either. What’s done is done and I can’t take back what I did to everyone around me, and I probably deserve all the flak I’ve been gettin’ from EVERYONE, so jus’ worry about your safety and your health. ‘s more important at this point, anyway.”}

            ^{He can see the   pain   swimming in the other’s eyes.  Though Sami is unsure as to where it comes from exactly.   WHAT WAS HIDDEN COILED IN HER RIBS?   What force of nature made her think she was unworthy of kindness?  it took him aback for a moment, to hear the pain laced in her words.  to see her broken and sad  —-  Sami could feel his chest grow warm with irritation.  Not at her, of course, but who or whatever caused her to think SO LOW of herself.  He was going to find out but now he was staring into Paige’s eyes with concern.}

            ^{He was drowning in the gaze he held with the other.   Like a death grip  —-  almost  -—  but something about it felt secure.   Maybe that was wishful thinking.   For a moment a boyfriend instinct rushed over him.  Sami wanted to make her feel good  —- wanted him to pull her close and tell her how much she meant to him.  He wanted the pained expression on her face to cease. It was almost like he could feel the weight Paige felt.  There was a   fear   there that almost terrified Sami. A hand hardened by a life of hard-pressed survival cupped her cheek, thumb grazing on the pale skin. He used the other hand to brush away the bangs covering her forehead to press a gentle kiss on it before pulling away.      “If you need some space, I’ll go but I have to tell you that you are important. You are good enough. You are worth it, you understand that? I’m not wasting my time, and I’m not giving up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself. Listen       I don’t know what’s going on with you or what’s been happening, but if you need someone to talk to, I’m here, alright? Always.”}

(Source: inzaynityy)