[ She's slight in his arms. She had not been able to take notice of it last night, when she was shaking out of that nightmare, trembling, afraid. She notices now. He's a broad, sculpture of a man and she fits like a doll against him, tiny by contrast if not by nature. She feels as small next to him as she does next to the star destroyers buried in the sands here.
But that's not the point. He's reassuring her. That's the point. Some part of her resists believing him even though she can feel that he's not deceiving her. It's a paranoia, something deep and doubtful in the back of her mind that wants her to believe he might still leave.
It's not her, though. She forces it away, so alien as it is to her. She believes in hope. Ben had told her he cared about her, that he wanted to help her. He wasn't going to just leave. No one would convince him of that. She would be ridiculous to worry about that. ]
things i learned in this thread: my sharona is about creepin on a younger girl
But that's not the point. He's reassuring her. That's the point. Some part of her resists believing him even though she can feel that he's not deceiving her. It's a paranoia, something deep and doubtful in the back of her mind that wants her to believe he might still leave.
It's not her, though. She forces it away, so alien as it is to her. She believes in hope. Ben had told her he cared about her, that he wanted to help her. He wasn't going to just leave. No one would convince him of that. She would be ridiculous to worry about that. ]
I heard you talking.
[ Her mouth feels dry as she says it. ]
You were warning someone about me.