[ truthfully, she should know better than to trust him-- she understands the man well enough by now, and she suspects how willing he is to hurt her. but still, there is something that fills her chest with some unidentifiable feeling when he tells her that she's important. special somehow. it isn't the first time someone has said something similar, and yet...
maybe it's the way he touches her face, a gesture of affection that might be empty in reality but nevertheless brings back her memories of being loved. it placates her budding frustration. she closes her eyes a moment, leaning slightly into his hand. ]
You are important to me as well. You have been for some time now.
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maybe it's the way he touches her face, a gesture of affection that might be empty in reality but nevertheless brings back her memories of being loved. it placates her budding frustration. she closes her eyes a moment, leaning slightly into his hand. ]
You are important to me as well. You have been for some time now.