The world rushes in and disappears around her all at the same time. She could feel her head pounding with every beat of her heart as she sat there, her hands shaking. Blindly, she sets the potion down, and the world rushes back in.
She's in Eames' living room again, and, she realizes, completely alone. Between her broken phone and the broken friendships that lay upstairs, she had no one. Dodger, sure, but... A deep, jagged sob tears itself from between her broken ribs as she curls up in on herself. It hurts, to cry like this, to lay like this, but each ragged breath comes anyway.
"I'm so sorry," she sobs over and over again, muffled against the pillows. She doesn't want them to hear her cry. She can spare them that.
They didn't understand, of course. No one did, and no one would. They wouldn't feel that same, deep magnetic feeling she felt toward Bill. How when he smiled at her and said he loved her and held her in his arms and kissed her forehead, everything in the world was going to be okay. Those moments made it all worth it. They had to. Nancy only had to look around her to see what she'd given up.
She'd known it, of course. But she'd still made the choice to return to Bill. And she would tomorrow and the next day and the next. He needed her. And she needed him.
True enough, sometime in the middle of the night, after Nancy'd nearly cried herself to sleep, Boxer pads over. Not caring about the rules, she allows him up on the couch with her. By the time morning comes, the two of them are curled up next to each other.
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She's in Eames' living room again, and, she realizes, completely alone. Between her broken phone and the broken friendships that lay upstairs, she had no one. Dodger, sure, but... A deep, jagged sob tears itself from between her broken ribs as she curls up in on herself. It hurts, to cry like this, to lay like this, but each ragged breath comes anyway.
"I'm so sorry," she sobs over and over again, muffled against the pillows. She doesn't want them to hear her cry. She can spare them that.
They didn't understand, of course. No one did, and no one would. They wouldn't feel that same, deep magnetic feeling she felt toward Bill. How when he smiled at her and said he loved her and held her in his arms and kissed her forehead, everything in the world was going to be okay. Those moments made it all worth it. They had to. Nancy only had to look around her to see what she'd given up.
She'd known it, of course. But she'd still made the choice to return to Bill. And she would tomorrow and the next day and the next. He needed her. And she needed him.
True enough, sometime in the middle of the night, after Nancy'd nearly cried herself to sleep, Boxer pads over. Not caring about the rules, she allows him up on the couch with her. By the time morning comes, the two of them are curled up next to each other.