"You sound like someone's broken your heart for you."
He's not wrong--Alistair did break her heart, though not in the way hearts are normally broken. Better to say he broke a dream in half--not cruelly, but he broke it all the same. Fern sucks in a shady, shuddering breath and fights to master the surge of feeling inside her; it's embarrassing to cry in front of anyone, but especially a pair of strangers.
"No," she tells them both, words a little thick from her tears and hopelessly stopped up nose. She rubs at her eyes with the backs of her wrists. "No--I just want to go home, but I can't even do that now because of this--" Off she yanks the glove concealing her anchor mark, staring at it resentfully.
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He's not wrong--Alistair did break her heart, though not in the way hearts are normally broken. Better to say he broke a dream in half--not cruelly, but he broke it all the same. Fern sucks in a shady, shuddering breath and fights to master the surge of feeling inside her; it's embarrassing to cry in front of anyone, but especially a pair of strangers.
"No," she tells them both, words a little thick from her tears and hopelessly stopped up nose. She rubs at her eyes with the backs of her wrists. "No--I just want to go home, but I can't even do that now because of this--" Off she yanks the glove concealing her anchor mark, staring at it resentfully.