#* (jack.)

she almost says i didn’t mean it like that, but has to stop, trace her thoughts back to their roots like she’s looking for something she’s lost --- what did she mean? 

‘ i just meant ... it --- it’s over. for me. you know? ’   she didn’t have to meet the cold, dark eyes of her kidnapper at her trial, because she’d cut them out with a kitchen knife. she spent a very long time imagining it  ---  still sees it in dreams, sometimes  ---  having to sit across from him, letting him live with his thoughts, his memories of her. of the both of them.

not that it isn’t over for you, but. she huffs out a heavy sigh.