[ she wants to kick and scream. she wants to shove at him and snarl, demanding to know where this kindness was when the two of them still had a chance. why he would instead only draw it from deep inside of him when he was letting her go.
even in the dim natural light that leaks in through the window panes, her eyes glisten. wet. she doesn't owe him anything, but it still stings to realize that she doesn't know if she knows how to be happy, if she's still capable of it.
but at least this way, she might find out. ]
Goodbye, Aleksander.
[ she reaches up to peel his hand away from her cheek, then turns to slip out the door. ]
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( simply put. and, look, he's never claimed to be a good man. has never really wanted to be good.
but...
he presses a kiss to her forehead. butterfly-soft. )
Be happy, Alina. You do deserve that.
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even in the dim natural light that leaks in through the window panes, her eyes glisten. wet. she doesn't owe him anything, but it still stings to realize that she doesn't know if she knows how to be happy, if she's still capable of it.
but at least this way, she might find out. ]
Goodbye, Aleksander.
[ she reaches up to peel his hand away from her cheek, then turns to slip out the door. ]