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There's a part of Faye that already feels weak, drained to the bone. So tired of stretching herself thin, and holding walls around herself, built higher than they were ever meant to be. Her eyes close, because it's easier that way, easier than looking at him now, and letting a pair of eyes confuse her again, as they did once. Cutting off her words. Cutting off all chance to plead. "Fuck," she bites out, fingers around the nape of his neck, breath halting as she presses herself harder against him, against his hand, and more than anything, she wants to tell him to fuck off, that she's not going to come for anyone. That her days of doing anything for another person are over, and that this is ultimately for her.

But the gasp comes too soon, and frustration burns within her until it passes through her with a cry, ragged and rough, tearing through her with a muffled scream. Even as everything crashes around her, she holds on, holds on and refuses to let go until he falls as well, refuses to let his name drop from her lips again just yet. It has already, and too many times at that.