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[shelley_winters]

It's late afternoon when Shelley finds the headache has receded enough for her to sit up without too much discomfort. She's still fairly dizzy, and her head feels hot underneath chilled fingers, but she makes herself get out of bed anyhow.

Ten minutes under a hot shower spray leaves her feeling slightly more like herself, if 'herself' bears much resemblance to a half-drowned, redheaded kitten. But the girl gamely ties on a warm dressing gown, rubs halfheartedly at her hair to change it from sopping wet to just damp, and heads carefully downstairs, slippers flopping on each step.

Determined, she makes her way to the couch and sits, slightly rueful at how accomplished she now feels.

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[shelley_winters]

She turns her face away, sharp shoulders hunching in.

"But I don't love you," she says, as coldly as she can manage when she wants to shiver, or run far, far away.

"And anyway. I don't believe a word you say. So."

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

For a moment, there was no movement.

Nothing.

An austere silence.

Then Elan closed his eyes, and slowly rose from his seat beside her, taking his arm from around her shoulders.

He began to walk towards the kitchen. After a moment, he turned to look back at her. For a brief moment anger--but unable to maintain it, his look softened to a heartbroken hurt.

The kind of look that said "I love you anyway."

[shelley_winters]

Shelley makes the mistake of looking up as he stands, and is caught when he turns back to look at her.

She should say something.

But apart from what she had just said - what she'd been trying to say for months, she will not take it back now - what is there to say?

She looks down again, cheeks flushing.

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

The door to the kitchen shuts with a click.