[She is exhausting herself. She can feel energy leaving her limbs as he speaks and hates herself for it. This isn't how it was supposed to happen. Death was supposed to be freedom. Why can't she get anything that she wants? Anything she needs?]
I don't love you, [she sobs, her fists slowing in their pounding against his chest, her violence dying as quickly as it was born.] I don't love you at all. I love the Ben who would let me go.
[ Spam ]
I don't love you, [she sobs, her fists slowing in their pounding against his chest, her violence dying as quickly as it was born.] I don't love you at all. I love the Ben who would let me go.