[She steels herself and then makes herself turn back around to look at Fjord, shoulders squared and face determined despite the flush and the smudged eye makeup and the tears trickling all the way down into the collar of her sweater.]
I wouldn't care, Fjord. I don't. I might have been jealous and insecure, [she laughs a humorless laugh] but I never thought less of you for having to or wanting to do anything.
[She takes a couple of steps forward in the sand, crossing an invisible line between them, or at least approaching it.]
You know that, right? I don't care how many people you love. I just...want to be someone you like, at least a little.
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[She steels herself and then makes herself turn back around to look at Fjord, shoulders squared and face determined despite the flush and the smudged eye makeup and the tears trickling all the way down into the collar of her sweater.]
I wouldn't care, Fjord. I don't. I might have been jealous and insecure, [she laughs a humorless laugh] but I never thought less of you for having to or wanting to do anything.
[She takes a couple of steps forward in the sand, crossing an invisible line between them, or at least approaching it.]
You know that, right? I don't care how many people you love. I just...want to be someone you like, at least a little.