[ Oh how she loathes him, sometimes, in a way that she seldom does anyone. Because what are most people to her? Nothing, flickers on data connections, there is nothing they can do to her that has not already been done a thousand times worse. Because they would do it out of cruelty, which is nothing to the horrors done out of love.
But him -? Oh, oh he was something else. Something too close to home, something slippery and cold and smooth edges to hide just how sharp he could be.
Because she's being - selfish. She knows she is. No one is dearer to her than Steve, there are others. So many others. He kisses her like she's water, she holds him like he's sunshine. She's being selfish, and -
- not him, not him, not him. ] He's worth twenty of you. We need him.
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But him -? Oh, oh he was something else. Something too close to home, something slippery and cold and smooth edges to hide just how sharp he could be.
Because she's being - selfish. She knows she is. No one is dearer to her than Steve, there are others. So many others. He kisses her like she's water, she holds him like he's sunshine. She's being selfish, and -
- not him, not him, not him. ] He's worth twenty of you. We need him.