Then maybe it's not fusion that's the problem, Jasper!
[She could turn the words on herself just as easily, that double-bladed scathing remark that she can feel at the edge of her tongue.]
Maybe it's you.
[But as much as she tells herself that, as much as she insists that she hated it, that she never wants to feel it, the temptation is still there, aching like a phantom limb, that desire for something greater than herself. That desire to fit neatly into a predetermined role.
How's she supposed to continue to resist it? How's she supposed to sustain something like this?]
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[She could turn the words on herself just as easily, that double-bladed scathing remark that she can feel at the edge of her tongue.]
Maybe it's you.
[But as much as she tells herself that, as much as she insists that she hated it, that she never wants to feel it, the temptation is still there, aching like a phantom limb, that desire for something greater than herself. That desire to fit neatly into a predetermined role.
How's she supposed to continue to resist it? How's she supposed to sustain something like this?]