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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Written as part of the 31 Aspects meme. Prompt from A. Magiluna Stormwriter.
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I can see her, watching me, judging me. Gone are the gentle smiles and offhand touches; in their place rests distance and disappointment. A wall has built up between us and this time it is of her construction, not mine.
She knows and I am suffering in that knowledge.
I watch her talking with Catherine or Nick, her look intense and a smile verging on full blown. Their company is welcomed just as mine is shunned. I never thought I'd miss her friendship, I never even realised she was a friend - until it all disappeared.
I look for Grissom and try to convince myself that I made the right decision but, in truth, there was no decision to be made. He was the only thing I saw, the only option I thought available to me. I want to blame her for not convincing me of other choices but I know she tried. The comments, the looks, the warmth: they all make sense in retrospect, but knowledge after the fact isn't worth a damn.
I have what I've always wanted, a man as emotionally withdrawn as I've always hoped to be, and I realise it's killing me inside.
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