[His words hit against her heart like a hammer, cracking her outer layer of protection to find pain. Blistering and raw, and hopelessly real, it's almost a relief to feel the now, the present pain, as opposed to the distant aloofness of a false smile.
Except that it hurts. It hurts so much that Gracia sways on her feet.
And she's angry. She's so angry with him for leaving them, for promising to be there and then breaking it, just like everyone else in here life. She's furious that Elicia has to grow up as she did, without a father. She's so, so angry, with a fury she can not, will not show.
It's that determination, not to show him her anger, which keeps her standing, though she trembles with the force of keeping it suppressed.]
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Except that it hurts. It hurts so much that Gracia sways on her feet.
And she's angry. She's so angry with him for leaving them, for promising to be there and then breaking it, just like everyone else in here life. She's furious that Elicia has to grow up as she did, without a father. She's so, so angry, with a fury she can not, will not show.
It's that determination, not to show him her anger, which keeps her standing, though she trembles with the force of keeping it suppressed.]
I know. [That's whispered.] I know.