"Why'd you do it?" He asked immediately, eyes weaving in and out of focus, seeing her but more past her, down to the woman who lay underneath, the one for whom he hadn't been and never was enough. Still, his nerves tingled, frayed as they were at the ends, and that warning was enough for him to push past any residual doubt and uncertainty. Neo could have lived a far happier life if he'd just stayed the hell on course.
So he poured salt in the wound, letting his eyes rake over her body, tainted as it was, and through her hair, wanting nothing more than to weave his fingers there and tug all thoughts of that other man out.
The finger pressed back lightly on the trigger, not enough to quite set it off.
"What's he got that I don't? What's he got that mattered more than our family? I just ain't understandin' here."
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Date: 2010-11-01 06:14 am (UTC)So he poured salt in the wound, letting his eyes rake over her body, tainted as it was, and through her hair, wanting nothing more than to weave his fingers there and tug all thoughts of that other man out.
The finger pressed back lightly on the trigger, not enough to quite set it off.
"What's he got that I don't? What's he got that mattered more than our family? I just ain't understandin' here."