[ Breathing heavily, Carolyn stops before she can follow through -- before she can leap on him, try to finish what they started. This isn't that kind of fight. Her hands are curled into fists at her sides, and she looks down at him, sweat trickling down her hairline and across her jaw.
She doesn't reply until she starts to uncurl her hands, until she lowers herself to the mat next to him, looking up at the ceiling. Rubbing her palms against the legs of her pants helps get the sweat off them, but it doesn't make them stop shaking. ]
This fucking place, [ she manages, though it's not really an answer. Not a real one, anyway. ] I just... [ She hates it. She's scared of it. It's all she has. ] I don't know. It's stupid.
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She doesn't reply until she starts to uncurl her hands, until she lowers herself to the mat next to him, looking up at the ceiling. Rubbing her palms against the legs of her pants helps get the sweat off them, but it doesn't make them stop shaking. ]
This fucking place, [ she manages, though it's not really an answer. Not a real one, anyway. ] I just... [ She hates it. She's scared of it. It's all she has. ] I don't know. It's stupid.