Cora Passek
An Angel with a Shotgun
Cora sighed, hating the idea that Eileithya had a good point. Still, she didn't like the idea of doing so. It was going to be unpleasant, painful even. It was hard enough to share this once, without too much fear of being judged for it. With Siobhan she worried, a lot. She cared about her dear friend but it was hard for her to be open with anyone at all. She'd gotten far, with Sio, with Eileithya, much further than she'd allowed herself to get with anyone else in years. It was still taking time for her to open up completely, and truly trust.
"No, I don't." Cora said softly. Frowning, she leaned forward and rested her head in her hands. "I just, I don't want to be rejected. And I don't want her to think poorly of me. I don't want her to be angry with me. A sane person would let this go. Not follow it down, and just leave it be." She shrugged as she lifted her head. "But, I can't."
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"No, I don't." Cora said softly. Frowning, she leaned forward and rested her head in her hands. "I just, I don't want to be rejected. And I don't want her to think poorly of me. I don't want her to be angry with me. A sane person would let this go. Not follow it down, and just leave it be." She shrugged as she lifted her head. "But, I can't."
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