#mal angst

Something about girls who are violent and angry and always have been and are terrified that they always will be

“My intentions were never to keep you in the dark for so long. You have to trust me when I say this.” He took both of your hands in his as you saw him plead.

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He watched the second string snap and tears began to line your lower eyelashes. They did not spill until you blinked, but you wiped them away quickly. “I am being honest with you when I say I may have been hesitant with you at first, but as time passed things became different.

“You just want me to take your word for it? Why? How should I know that you trust me now?” you challenged.

“Because I care about you so deeply. Have I not made that clear?” He tried to reach you again when he cupped your cheek.

You accepted the gesture for a moment. It felt familiar and his hands around you were exactly where you wanted to be, more than anywhere in the world. You would have frozen time to stay as long as you could where you were, but that was not how the world functioned. You held onto the hand that he brought to your face and the general had thought that he had you back until he saw the look on your face.