"Perhaps. I told you where I would be and when to meet me." Her shoulders rise and fall in a shrug. "You had not come by the time I was leaving. Perhaps," she says, meeting his gaze, "you were not going to come."
And that idea hurts a good deal more than she would like to admit; it shows her face too and she, for once, doesn't bother to mask it.
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Date: 2015-04-08 12:10 am (UTC)And that idea hurts a good deal more than she would like to admit; it shows her face too and she, for once, doesn't bother to mask it.