[Persephone might not be looking at her, might still have her head bowed and hidden beneath her hair, but she is listening. She raises a hand to wipe her nose, her eyes, and just--nods once. Okay.
It's not that she doesn't think she deserves love, but it's probably the secrecy that makes it harder to accept. She's done something awful and everyone treats her like--like a sweet flower goddess whose biggest concern is making sure the greenhouse looks nice. They don't know. And she couldn't--she can't tell them.]
Thanks. Thanks for listening and I'm sorry I'm crying on you. [Not. Literally on her]
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It's not that she doesn't think she deserves love, but it's probably the secrecy that makes it harder to accept. She's done something awful and everyone treats her like--like a sweet flower goddess whose biggest concern is making sure the greenhouse looks nice. They don't know. And she couldn't--she can't tell them.]
Thanks. Thanks for listening and I'm sorry I'm crying on you. [Not. Literally on her]