[I don't know what to do, either, she wants to say — a rare admission for her, so perpetually confident and in control of her circumstances — but maybe the difference is that she still has resilience to her where his has been eroded away, and she may not know what to do but she knows she will, somehow, because she always has and there's no reason to believe that this time will be any different.
(And yet it doesn't escape her, the cruel poetry of it. The higher one climbs, the further one has to fall. And to think just a handful of days ago, they'd both been so happy.)
She should fix this, like she fixes everything else. This should be a puzzle with an answer that she only needs to find, and then it will be solved and they can lay it to rest.
More and more, she's growing to appreciate that not everything works that way.]
Come here.
[She offers her hand, careful and unimposing. There's poetry in that, too.]
action;
(And yet it doesn't escape her, the cruel poetry of it. The higher one climbs, the further one has to fall. And to think just a handful of days ago, they'd both been so happy.)
She should fix this, like she fixes everything else. This should be a puzzle with an answer that she only needs to find, and then it will be solved and they can lay it to rest.
More and more, she's growing to appreciate that not everything works that way.]
Come here.
[She offers her hand, careful and unimposing. There's poetry in that, too.]