[ he doesn't get to give her a life she never thought she deserved and then just take it away. that's not the promise he made her. he promised to love her, to support her — they're supposed to get married, they're supposed to stay here, they're supposed to build a family for all the people they've loved who've left them, for all the people who don't have anywhere else to go.
fury and sorrow bloom in her chest, rising in her throat, choking her, and daisy has to fight to swallow them down. she has to fight back the tears pricking at her eyes, hold fast to the outrage that keeps her standing. ]
You promised!
[ her hands clasp together, twisting; her ring presses into the surface of her palm, a barb she wishes she could drive through this conversation. but he won't give. she won't give, and he won't give, and daisy realizes with an icy clarity: that'll be that.
with a tight shake of her head, daisy's gaze drops to the ring on her finger; it doesn't come off easy (because it was never meant to come off, it was meant to be a symbol of a promise that should never have been broken) but eventually, daisy manages to jerk it off her finger. the wince of pain can't be helped. ]
Take it. You want to go, go. I'm not going to let you tell me what to do.
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[ he doesn't get to give her a life she never thought she deserved and then just take it away. that's not the promise he made her. he promised to love her, to support her — they're supposed to get married, they're supposed to stay here, they're supposed to build a family for all the people they've loved who've left them, for all the people who don't have anywhere else to go.
fury and sorrow bloom in her chest, rising in her throat, choking her, and daisy has to fight to swallow them down. she has to fight back the tears pricking at her eyes, hold fast to the outrage that keeps her standing. ]
You promised!
[ her hands clasp together, twisting; her ring presses into the surface of her palm, a barb she wishes she could drive through this conversation. but he won't give. she won't give, and he won't give, and daisy realizes with an icy clarity: that'll be that.
with a tight shake of her head, daisy's gaze drops to the ring on her finger; it doesn't come off easy (because it was never meant to come off, it was meant to be a symbol of a promise that should never have been broken) but eventually, daisy manages to jerk it off her finger. the wince of pain can't be helped. ]
Take it. You want to go, go. I'm not going to let you tell me what to do.