[ she watches as the scales on jackson's face twist and fold trying to accommodate themselves to a foreign expression. it's still him under what (if she tries hard enough) she can imagine is a halloween mask. dimly she's aware that she could break from jackson's hold now that his grip has loosened, but she doesn't. she stays because she would never forgive herself if she ran and never saw him again, if he died because of her self-preservation instinct.
trying to keep her voice steady: ] I'm not leaving.
[ and you can't make me, her expression clearly states; lips pulled thin in a stubborn line. ]
You're not going to hurt me. I know you won't.
[ maybe if she keeps repeating it in her head, she'll start to believe it. ]
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trying to keep her voice steady: ] I'm not leaving.
[ and you can't make me, her expression clearly states; lips pulled thin in a stubborn line. ]
You're not going to hurt me. I know you won't.
[ maybe if she keeps repeating it in her head, she'll start to believe it. ]