Tears prick at her eyes now, but that bottom lip remains stubbornly stiff, mouth parting wide to impart a scream and a snarl that razes from beneath her skin like a storm. It's hard to breathe, and his hand is colder than the snow that swirls around them, but at the same time, with the hitched breaths and the cold, cold fingers, anger, indignant and hot as a new flame swirls in her belly.
"Go fuck yourself. I'll never quit. That's the difference between us and you."
Fingers reach out for something to latch to, fumble through the many layers to dig nails into his skin, one hand fumbles towards his face, gets caught in shaggy hair, tugs hard.
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29/9/15 06:40 (UTC)"Go fuck yourself. I'll never quit. That's the difference between us and you."
Fingers reach out for something to latch to, fumble through the many layers to dig nails into his skin, one hand fumbles towards his face, gets caught in shaggy hair, tugs hard.