"It was life," Elle said finally, "I never really... knew anything outside the shop and carpentry. It just was." Her fingers tightened where they were laced together, tightened until it was painful but she didn't stop. She needed pain, she needed some outlet so she didn't shatter into a thousand pieces again. "But it is gone now," her voice was harsher then she meant it to be, and her next words were gentler, "Now I am just like you, a rebel."
She could not meet the other girl's gaze, could not stare at anything but her hands. Slowly, slowly she loosened her death grip on herself, unlacing her fingers and letting her hands fall to rest on her dress's skirt. She was in control. She would not fall apart just because she mentioned what she lost, "I'm sorry." she offered. She didn't know what else to say.
Edited by Noelle, 31 December 2013 - 06:11 AM.