Date: 2010-03-25 02:21 am (UTC)
Her words hurt, too.

(And the ache in his heart - it could easily match hers.)

Before he can control himself, he blurts out, "How can you have him?"

He can't look at her; not yet. He stares across at the water gurgling before them.

"Even with his thousands and his houses - how can you, of all people, dispose of yourself without affection?"
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