Sorry for the delay, though I think it's time to end this thread anyway. WC: 462
Ty didn't mean for his words to be so harsh, but when she yelped he really jumped back in surprise of his own words. When had he become such a brute? This was a woman he loved, that he cared for deeply. When he left, he thought about what he had abandoned and how he was could never confront Pontiac, and now he was here shouting at her because of his own stupid issues. It was now he realized how much he had changed during his absence, and how he now was much quicker to provoke than before. Not a becoming trait.
Her explanation was unneeded in Ty's opinion, he knew she would not have cared what kind of person he become, but he let her speak anyway. He could try to rationalize his decision again and again, but it was only her words ringing true tonight. She was in love with him, she would always at least care for him, and what he had done hurt her. He had hurt her in the worst ways not once, but twice, since his return.
Her touch against his hand spooked him a little, his muscles obviously tensing at her reciprocation of his gesture. He personally was expecting her to claw him in the face, or pull away, but he should have guessed better from her. She could never strike him, not physically anyway. Today it was her words that cut into him. Although they were not without reason, Ty's expression definitely changed from a kindly smile to a remarkable stoic expression. He paused as she finished her piece, allowing it to process through his own head what she just told him. The words had sunk in with a brutal truthful coldness, burning into Ty's mind like a hot iron to the skull. Her words were so painfully reminiscent of the very words he said to her before he abandoned her on the borders, and he knew what kind of pain it had brought her.
Ty did not utter a single word after she said her piece, he did not smile nor did he cry. He did not kneel down and beg for her to reconsider nor did he call her a bitch or whore. Nothing registered in his scarred, scruffy face, the only hint of any emotion at all was that his hands were now clenched into fists so hard there was now a speck of blood dripping from the hand. He nodded in response to her deal, and as if he had been suddenly chased away, Ty simply turned and bolted back the way he came, back into the shadows of the night, making one more parting glance as he left.
Now he knew what kind of pain she had gone through.
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