This was not something Dorcas had expected. She had expected him to be angry, nonchalant maybe, but not hurt. In silence, she looked how he moved backwards, how he spoke, seeming sincere. And she knew he wasn’t lying and she knew that she had been when she said she...
Watching him like this – confused, tired, exhausted – made her feel uneasy. To see him like this seemed to be a constant reminder that she care about him, so much that her stomach hurt at the sight of him. "I don't know." She said helplessly. "I just want my life back. I don't want to think about not wanting you even though I do, I don't want to think about you hurting Mary, I just.." Her voice trailed and she pushed her lips together, losing all words. "Then run, run and don't look back because I can no longer go on like this." Her voice felt weak, just like her arms and legs and a part of her just wanted to collapse on the floor. She couldn't stand this, the endless confrontations that were supposed to put an end to whatever this was, but only seemed to make everything worse. She was tired, tired of fighting with herself, with feeling angry, powerless.














