ATOM.

shadowsurrounded.

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          ❛      why is that the thing you’re focusing your energy on?! should i have sent the divorce papers by carrier pigeon?!       her voice pitches dangerously high, and clea takes pains to calm herself and attempt rationality. she paces as well, struggling to calm the riot of emotions in her before the argument got too out of hand and made them both do things they would later come to regret. teeth clench as she passes quick fingers through her hair, agitation running hot in her blood.

           ❛      it was to protect myself from your complete and total inability to feel! it’s impossible to tell what you’re thinking; to tell how you truly feel! so yes, i did what i did, and perhaps that was a mistake, but i am not perfect stephen! i’m allowed to make mistakes, just like anyone else on any dimension!       clea inhales at the sharp crack in her voice, pinching the bridge of her nose with her thumb and forefinger for a brief moment, letting herself regain control.       i won’t tell you how to feel stephen. hate me for what i did until the end of time, if you must; but i won’t stay to watch you loathe me for it for the next thousand years. at least i gave you fair warning this time.       it would be so easy to turn around now, hand inches from the dorknob, and elave, slamming the panel behind her and never looking back. if she didn’t love him so much she would have already left.

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              her answer left him flinching back —— looking entirely as if he had been slapped across the cheek, left dumb founded and staring at her as if her answer was something he didn’t expect. in a way she surprised him with how she snapped out, and at her trying him with the snark about a carrier pigeon, stephen narrowed his eyes and very much glared in annoyance. now was not the time to play games, especially with his bloody soul.

sighing testily through his nose stephen grit his teeth, looking sharply away as his own wife admitted that she was unable to see past his barrier —— the mask that he wore so often to protect himself from any type of mental breakdown. one slip up, one poorly timed snap in his defenses would leave people without lives, mothers without sons, etcetera. he carried the weight of the world upon his shoulders, a burden that he never wanted yet was left with all the same, and that was not something that he would lean onto another person so easily.     if it was so difficult to be with me, you should have never given me the false sense of security,     he murmured, voice not malicious —— instead, it was nothing short of hurt, the man all but giving up, on what exactly he was not sure.   “   you shouldn’t have to protect yourself from your own husband, just.. what do you want from me, clea?     his voice was quiet, his expression or neutrality slipping to show the broken expression working upon his features.   “   to break me more than you have by staying friends, leave and do the same, or to try and fix this — us?  



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