I know you don't wanna turn me into your puppet
She's quiet. Very quiet. Jude doesn't know any other way to pull her out than what he's already doing, but he feels at a loss. He won't give up - could never, not on her, certainly not when she clearly isn't at her best - but he despairs over not being able to fix it all immediately.
When she does break the silence, he isn't expecting extremely belated news of her having been attacked. Staring wide-eyed and devastated at her as they stand on the stoop of their - her, it's hers still - apartment, Jude feels the first crack of hurt in his chest. "What? Why didn't you tell me?" As her best friend if not her boyfriend? He's glad she went to his father, but why not him? And why not tell him after the fact, when things settled?
His hand suddenly feels clammy in hers, but taking it away would surely send the wrong message. So he thinks only of her and her feelings, and sets his aside to keep his hand where it is.
When she does break the silence, he isn't expecting extremely belated news of her having been attacked. Staring wide-eyed and devastated at her as they stand on the stoop of their - her, it's hers still - apartment, Jude feels the first crack of hurt in his chest. "What? Why didn't you tell me?" As her best friend if not her boyfriend? He's glad she went to his father, but why not him? And why not tell him after the fact, when things settled?
His hand suddenly feels clammy in hers, but taking it away would surely send the wrong message. So he thinks only of her and her feelings, and sets his aside to keep his hand where it is.
But what if I just always dance around on your string?
Jude
