[She can barely get the words out in a squeak, her voice breaking. She wishes they could have been friends back from middle school on. Maybe things would be different now if she had been Eddie's girl ever since that talent show. Maybe she'd be more confident, maybe she wouldn't let her mother berate her into starving herself and purging anything that she actually takes in. Maybe she wouldn't be trapped in an abusive relationship with a guy she has come to fear and hate, just because she's been told he's her only option after high school.
If she thought more of herself, if she knew she deserved better before now, then maybe this monster that's going after her wouldn't have found her. She'd have been surrounded by Eddie's love and adoration, and she's pretty sure that's enough to keep her safe from the entire world and everything in it.
Which is exactly why her me too means she's with him no matter what. No matter what ends up happening, she's not going to abandon him. But Jesus Christ, she's so scared. That terror is consuming her now, just the way it is him. She shifts a little, moving so her good arm can wrap around him in return.
No longer clinging to him, she tries to rub soothing circles against his back. Eventually her tears start to cease, her eyes burning and sore from all the crying. She's so drowsy then, the pain medication finally kicked in. He's right, it is strong stuff.
It's while she's sitting there, enjoying the numbness that she's been allowed to feel, that she realizes something. Holding him, trying to comfort him...
She wants to be able to do this for him for little things too. Like when he's had a long day at school, or maybe when his friends frustrate the hell out of him. She doesn't want it to just be for huge, scary things that can end their lives. Chrissy knows she has to try and be stronger, so it's not just him holding her up. They have to support one another so they both stay on their feet.
There's no uncertainty when she thinks that she loves him. How it's possible, she doesn't know. All she's aware of is that she feels a warmth within her when she thinks about a future with him in it. And because of that (or maybe it's also a little bit because of the pain meds), she breaks the silence between them.
Maybe singing Hey Jude is stupid. She's not really a singer. And she sounds even worse with how heavy and raspy her voice is after crying like that. There's still tears slowly streaking down her face as she sings to him, something quiet and soft. By the time she gets to the na na na's at the end, her voice cracks and she lets it die off there, lifting her head to look up at him.
He's so badly bruised and beaten right now, but he looks just as handsome to her now as he did yesterday in the woods. She's still with Jason, but her heart belongs to him. She'd pull it out of her chest and offer it up to Eddie on a platter just to show him she's willing to do it.
Her eyes hold his gaze for a moment that stretches out. When her lips graze against his, it's gentle. Less a kiss than a brush, letting him know that she chooses him. She's here, come what may.
Maybe he'll let himself rest if can pick up on that.]
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[She can barely get the words out in a squeak, her voice breaking. She wishes they could have been friends back from middle school on. Maybe things would be different now if she had been Eddie's girl ever since that talent show. Maybe she'd be more confident, maybe she wouldn't let her mother berate her into starving herself and purging anything that she actually takes in. Maybe she wouldn't be trapped in an abusive relationship with a guy she has come to fear and hate, just because she's been told he's her only option after high school.
If she thought more of herself, if she knew she deserved better before now, then maybe this monster that's going after her wouldn't have found her. She'd have been surrounded by Eddie's love and adoration, and she's pretty sure that's enough to keep her safe from the entire world and everything in it.
Which is exactly why her me too means she's with him no matter what. No matter what ends up happening, she's not going to abandon him. But Jesus Christ, she's so scared. That terror is consuming her now, just the way it is him. She shifts a little, moving so her good arm can wrap around him in return.
No longer clinging to him, she tries to rub soothing circles against his back. Eventually her tears start to cease, her eyes burning and sore from all the crying. She's so drowsy then, the pain medication finally kicked in. He's right, it is strong stuff.
It's while she's sitting there, enjoying the numbness that she's been allowed to feel, that she realizes something. Holding him, trying to comfort him...
She wants to be able to do this for him for little things too. Like when he's had a long day at school, or maybe when his friends frustrate the hell out of him. She doesn't want it to just be for huge, scary things that can end their lives. Chrissy knows she has to try and be stronger, so it's not just him holding her up. They have to support one another so they both stay on their feet.
There's no uncertainty when she thinks that she loves him. How it's possible, she doesn't know. All she's aware of is that she feels a warmth within her when she thinks about a future with him in it. And because of that (or maybe it's also a little bit because of the pain meds), she breaks the silence between them.
Maybe singing Hey Jude is stupid. She's not really a singer. And she sounds even worse with how heavy and raspy her voice is after crying like that. There's still tears slowly streaking down her face as she sings to him, something quiet and soft. By the time she gets to the na na na's at the end, her voice cracks and she lets it die off there, lifting her head to look up at him.
He's so badly bruised and beaten right now, but he looks just as handsome to her now as he did yesterday in the woods. She's still with Jason, but her heart belongs to him. She'd pull it out of her chest and offer it up to Eddie on a platter just to show him she's willing to do it.
Her eyes hold his gaze for a moment that stretches out. When her lips graze against his, it's gentle. Less a kiss than a brush, letting him know that she chooses him. She's here, come what may.
Maybe he'll let himself rest if can pick up on that.]