Her head turns away, hair swishing a silvery curtain between them - she is not going to let him see her cry - and she swipes angrily at a cheek with the back of one hand.
A quiet murmur, a low mantra - "Stupid, stupid, stupid." - under her breath and barely making a sound.
She's not quite certain who she's talking about anymore.
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Date: 2007-02-06 03:42 am (UTC)A quiet murmur, a low mantra - "Stupid, stupid, stupid." - under her breath and barely making a sound.
She's not quite certain who she's talking about anymore.