[He stiffens a bit at this; can't help it. It had been easy, at the time, to tap into his inner darkness when they had that conversation. It's not that he lied; he did hate her in that moment - he loved her too. And maybe this is Hell; all the more so for how pleasant it can be.
[But maybe he wouldn't have said it if his heart weren't rotten past its expiration date. Would have, could have, should have - it's all useless. They are who they are.
[He flexes his left hand without thinking about it, then realizes. His fist clenches, but he doesn't look angry, really. It's something worse. Yet one more cold spike through his heart.]
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[He stiffens a bit at this; can't help it. It had been easy, at the time, to tap into his inner darkness when they had that conversation. It's not that he lied; he did hate her in that moment - he loved her too. And maybe this is Hell; all the more so for how pleasant it can be.
[But maybe he wouldn't have said it if his heart weren't rotten past its expiration date. Would have, could have, should have - it's all useless. They are who they are.
[He flexes his left hand without thinking about it, then realizes. His fist clenches, but he doesn't look angry, really. It's something worse. Yet one more cold spike through his heart.]
You can't take that back now.