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there's a dreadful sentiment digging at her chest, with metaphorical claws, that is. she wasn't worried about the speed, about the car, not even about herself. she was worried for him. lips pursed into a thin line, huffing through her nose. an intention arises, to rest her hand on his arm, to reassure him other than with words that it's going to be okay, but she doesn't follow through. instead, she just stares at him with her doe eyed crystal gaze, feeling sorry that she can't actually help him. it takes a while before she exhales all the air that she was holding, as she was trying to find the appropriate words to tell him – spoiler alert, none seemed to be kenough.
" dolls make mistakes too. " she wasn't defending anyone, but it was true, " and they hurt too. from my own experience the crocodile tears were first real tears. we – you are allowed to feel emotions. and i can't provide the answers to all those questions. but i know that it's no fun what you're feeling. " her gaze flickers to the road, it seemed awfully quiet, probably because everyone else was attending the party. " where are we going? because i have an idea that might help. "
She steps in, and he's off in an instant, pressing the gas peddle to the floor. The faster they leave, the better he'll feel, as wind whips through their hair, almost drowning out the music and her inquiry. Hands grip the steering wheel, and he keeps his eyes on the road in front of them, tempted to pretend he didn't hear her - but she's perceptive, and he's a mess, it would be foolish to act like everything's okay.
He turns down the music enough so it doesn't shake the car anymore, but provides enough background noise so it isn't awkward.
"I don't know." He's being truthful, looking anywhere but at her reflection in the mirror, "I thought he loved me. Why the hell was he kissing someone else? Why was he kissing Barbie?"