The thing is, there is nothing in her that believes it would come in such a simple, gentle form as being asked to give back the key. Someone would take it maybe, maybe the locks change, maybe she's asked not to use it or there's simply never anyone there. She doesn't know.
She doesn't know how, only that in the end she will not be welcome where she has come to call home, and if that happens again she has no idea what she'll do.
He asks her to trust him. To try. She looks at the key, looks at him and feels like she can't fucking breathe, but she snatches up the key again.
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Date: 2024-09-07 02:54 am (UTC)From:She doesn't know how, only that in the end she will not be welcome where she has come to call home, and if that happens again she has no idea what she'll do.
He asks her to trust him. To try. She looks at the key, looks at him and feels like she can't fucking breathe, but she snatches up the key again.