[Watching her scramble away from him is the worst feeling in the world, like someone has reached into his chest and grabbed his heart in their hand and is slowly pulling it through his ribs to throw it on the ground. He feels gutted. Nothing could be worse than this. Herrick shoving a sharpened chair leg into his chest wasn't worse than this.
She's afraid of him.
He feels bile rise in his throat, and he's sure if he was anyone else he'd throw up. As it is, he just panics some more, stuck in his little nest of sheets since he's not allowed to come closer.]
I'm so sorry. [She's crying, looking stunned as tears roll down her face and he's right there with her, except Mitchell is anguished where Annie is numb.] Annie, please, I didn't... I thought I could...
[He thought he could be strong enough for her, but he wasn't. He never has been strong enough. Mitchell has always succumbed to his inner demons, and he should have known better than to think this time would be different.
He turns away from her in shame, curling in on himself, covering his face with his hands so she doesn't have to see his black eyes and the fangs he can't quite will away.] I'm so sorry, Annie. [It's cold comfort, he knows, especially since he's still lipsing behind his teeth. He wouldn't blame her if she left right now, if she left the room, the house, if she left him.
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She's afraid of him.
He feels bile rise in his throat, and he's sure if he was anyone else he'd throw up. As it is, he just panics some more, stuck in his little nest of sheets since he's not allowed to come closer.]
I'm so sorry. [She's crying, looking stunned as tears roll down her face and he's right there with her, except Mitchell is anguished where Annie is numb.] Annie, please, I didn't... I thought I could...
[He thought he could be strong enough for her, but he wasn't. He never has been strong enough. Mitchell has always succumbed to his inner demons, and he should have known better than to think this time would be different.
He turns away from her in shame, curling in on himself, covering his face with his hands so she doesn't have to see his black eyes and the fangs he can't quite will away.] I'm so sorry, Annie. [It's cold comfort, he knows, especially since he's still lipsing behind his teeth. He wouldn't blame her if she left right now, if she left the room, the house, if she left him.
He can't be trusted.]