Perhaps it was selfish to want to believe so badly. If she could believe that it would assuage the ball of shame and guilt deep in her gut, if only slightly. It would give her hope when she felt as of she had absolutely none. Part of her thought she deserved to suffer in hopelessness for what she's done. But the other part wanted to believe.
She released his hand.
But only because she carefully, hesitantly, shamefully put hers around him instead, buried her face in his shoulder and squeezed.
Beast wanted to believe, but part of her couldn't. Not yet, perhaps.
But she nodded against his shoulder to try and force herself to.]
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Perhaps it was selfish to want to believe so badly. If she could believe that it would assuage the ball of shame and guilt deep in her gut, if only slightly. It would give her hope when she felt as of she had absolutely none. Part of her thought she deserved to suffer in hopelessness for what she's done. But the other part wanted to believe.
She released his hand.
But only because she carefully, hesitantly, shamefully put hers around him instead, buried her face in his shoulder and squeezed.
Beast wanted to believe, but part of her couldn't. Not yet, perhaps.
But she nodded against his shoulder to try and force herself to.]