[ her hand grasps the knob of the front door, tightening around the handle until it suddenly breaks off with a sickening crack. the truth is that murdock's right, and the part that frightens jessica beyond measure is that she has no idea how to cope with this realization.
it's better being on her own, she's always believed that. however, day by day, he's slowly moving past her emotional barriers. she doesn't need whatever the hell he's offering, she tries to convince herself — a shoulder to lean on, an open ear to listen, a chance to warm her bed at night. she doesn't want his fucking friendship.
most of all, she doesn't deserve it. ]
You don't know a goddamn thing about me.
[ there's a harsh degree of magnitude underlying her words, though the intensity isn't directed at him. only at herself. she knows the truth. she's always been a piece of shit, and that won't ever change. silence suspends in the air, heavy and thick between them, as she enters her apartment and slams the door shut. ]
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it's better being on her own, she's always believed that. however, day by day, he's slowly moving past her emotional barriers. she doesn't need whatever the hell he's offering, she tries to convince herself — a shoulder to lean on, an open ear to listen, a chance to warm her bed at night. she doesn't want his fucking friendship.
most of all, she doesn't deserve it. ]
You don't know a goddamn thing about me.
[ there's a harsh degree of magnitude underlying her words, though the intensity isn't directed at him. only at herself. she knows the truth. she's always been a piece of shit, and that won't ever change. silence suspends in the air, heavy and thick between them, as she enters her apartment and slams the door shut. ]