[Her eyes widen, just on the edge of perception. Maybe Ben will notice. She imagines, looking at him, that he won't bother. This hurts, too. This feels like a betrayal.]
[She watches him touch his wrist. Does he know how easy it is to break all the bones in someone's hand? She thinks he must. This version of him better than any other. Look how breakable he is. He was broken before she ever got to him.]
[It's a good thing she isn't the comforting sort or she'd be trying to comfort him now. Instead she waits in silence for the ring of his too-quiet words to die away. Her voice mirrors his in the end when she speaks, a breath rather than words, a certainty rather than hope.]
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[She watches him touch his wrist. Does he know how easy it is to break all the bones in someone's hand? She thinks he must. This version of him better than any other. Look how breakable he is. He was broken before she ever got to him.]
[It's a good thing she isn't the comforting sort or she'd be trying to comfort him now. Instead she waits in silence for the ring of his too-quiet words to die away. Her voice mirrors his in the end when she speaks, a breath rather than words, a certainty rather than hope.]
You will not disappear.