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She had gone back to her own room as soon as she had woken up, of course...

Of course? Why of course?

Once upon a time, she had left only when he said. And then...and then for a long, long time it didn't matter.

She was unsure, so she had left.

It was better that she had, or else she might have started to get angry, to shout and scream and hit and be un-ladylike

You've ruined me, she wanted to say

You've used me, she wanted to shout

You've killed me, she wanted to scream.

"I love you." She whispered to the silent air of her room, before collapsing to her knees and begining to cry.