Shelley swallows, and doesn't pull away, wrapping her arms slowly and almost unconsciously around herself. Then she nods faintly. His words are only half-understood, but familiar enough in tone.
She can't run from him. (Was it him she ran from?) She shouldn't have run.
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Date: 2006-03-20 09:34 pm (UTC)She can't run from him.
(Was it him she ran from?)
She shouldn't have run.
"...Yes. Sorry."