|When there's no way out, the only way out is to give in
||[Apr. 30th, 2006|07:32 pm]
And who shall I blame for this sweet and heavy trouble?|
At this point she isn't sure how to feel. She rationalizes the last few days, but it's not like she's rationalizing it to him, and nothing else matters. She doesn't even know why she feels like she needs to explain herself, but the sun is setting, and somehow she does.
She clicks a button and the music shuffles itself again, because she can't stand it when the order stays still. Everything has to change.
It's not that she feels like a whore, it's been over a year, and it isn't the first time. It's not like he won't respect her in the morning.
But... will she? (And why not?)
Maybe. All she wanted was to feel something else. All she wanted was to escape. She's turned escapism into an art by now, and this time she spent the night in the pursuit of her craft. All she wanted was to feel something else, and he gave that to her. Yes, she is grateful...
She shuffles the music again as the sun drips down behind the trees.