She really didn’t know what she was saying because if she didn’t she wouldn’t admit all this to him, but her emotions were running on high. She let out a few more random words fly about her own stupidity. She saw him move towards her and speak, his words silently consoling her. They were what she needed, her anger was abated, but she hated herself, she let her own fists unclenched and her tense body went limp and she sat down suddenly, as though she just suddenly went into shock and she stared at her floor, which was made of refurbished wood. She blinked away the tears, she was trying to calm down, trying not to cry and she couldn’t look at him now.
“You probably think me some idiot cry baby now...” She said sourly, the sourness was directed more at herself, for how could she be angry with the man that helped her so much so far without even knowing it? Or did he know it and was just still playing her for a fool? She didn’t believe the latter thought but her paranoid self kept it in the back of her mind as she rubbed at an arm with the other, and just not moving other than that, her words finally spent and now feeling foolish, depressed, sad and who knew what other emotion.
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