karen reached up to grab the back of her head, golden hair getting trapped between her fingers, a clear sign that she was nervous and one that matt couldn't see, but he could hear, the way her heart was rapidly beating, the small sound she made to try and not to cry. her mind was a jumbled mess; the thought of her head scrambled that much that she couldn't put them into coherent sentences, much less a soliloquy of her own sorrows that she wanted to spill to him. she was a strong woman, but those come only with two settings, a cold heart, or a warm one, and karen page was the latter. she had never left matt alone, no matter how many times he detached from her, the time he had an emotional affair with his ex-girlfriend, the time when he closed himself off to everyone and everything, which ended up pushing her away, the time that he sought a new relationship to erase her. matt murdok always tended to put himself first and left karen to a side. how could she accept this? how could she forgive his mistakes that left her battered and bruised? and on that rainy night, hidden in plain sight from the world as the war was around them, disguised as an utopic new york, she was sitting on the furthest side of that battered couch, pretending to read, pretending not to feel, as in that same room, the man that she aided and abetted a million times was there, not helping her cursed heart. she finally closed the book and set it aside, as she lifted her bare legs from the floor and curled up slightly on the dark furniture piece, inside the dimly lit room, before she looked up at the lawyer who was doing something else.
her mind went to that night where she had asked frank to aid him, to get him out of his brooklyn apartment safely, and that when she stepped out of the car to bring them to their hideout, she noticed the way he watched them when they looked at each other, and she wondered if, in that moment, he realized he had lost her completely. and now they were here, and he was getting closer to her, and while she let him, as the solace of running away was a burden to an aching heart, she was still left with so many questions unanswered, so much left to say.
an almost imperceptible sigh left her lips before she asked a question that she needed to be answered. ❝ why? ❞ the single worded question was exhaled, and that was all she could let out before she felt her throat close, and those blue eyes watered as she glanced at the male who was causing all her heartaches.
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