Her eyes fell to the island again, sorting out the memory and the terrible feelings that came with it. What surprised her most wasn't the guilt, but the loneliness that accompanied the deed. In the ensuing silence, she felt suddenly very small, very powerless. Very alone.
His hand on hers caused her to jump, and she looked up at him, caught off guard. She swallowed hard, frozen, tempted to jerk away. But as her fingers shifted, it was to grab on to his, to hold back as tightly and clumsily, an anchor to this world to pull her out of that one.
Why had she done that? Why had she done it that way? Why hadn't she stopped him? She'd had the strength. Hadn't she? Perhaps not. But she hadn't understood him then, either.
The sick feeling settled in her stomach again. She hadn't understood.
"I left them there. I took the ring. And the stake." Her voice was hushed now, grating on her own ears. What had she done with them? She didn't know. "She did," she corrected, swallowing again and looking away. "The other me."
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His hand on hers caused her to jump, and she looked up at him, caught off guard. She swallowed hard, frozen, tempted to jerk away. But as her fingers shifted, it was to grab on to his, to hold back as tightly and clumsily, an anchor to this world to pull her out of that one.
Why had she done that? Why had she done it that way? Why hadn't she stopped him? She'd had the strength. Hadn't she? Perhaps not. But she hadn't understood him then, either.
The sick feeling settled in her stomach again. She hadn't understood.
"I left them there. I took the ring. And the stake." Her voice was hushed now, grating on her own ears. What had she done with them? She didn't know. "She did," she corrected, swallowing again and looking away. "The other me."