She didn’t try to wrench her wrist free. In fact, her body leaned<i>into</i>the grip he had on it, that for Mau wasn’t nearly tight enough, as a silent plea for him to squeeze<b>harder</b>. Oh what she wouldn’t give to look and see dark, angry, purple prints on her otherwise flawless skin later. The proof that he’d been there, that he’d left<i> his mark</i>. Poor little masochist.<br/>There was something a little tangled up in that girl. From a psychiatrists standpoint? They’d recommend extensive clinical treatment and behavioral therapy, as well as be grossly against anyone who romanticized the attachment she had to Ryan; an issue with placing her identity in how<i><b>he</b></i>saw her, dangerously toxic reliability, and a laundry list of other things that the cinema banked on under the guise of love stories.<br/><br/><i>If you want me to leave...<br/>
</i><br/>Mau’s head shook side to side with vigorous contradiction;<i>no</i>! And the water welling in her eyes that she’d kept most of bayed, finally spilled over in a free-flow of tears down her face leaving streaks in her once pristine applied makeup. He would remember all too well the girl could cry damn near on cue if she thought it would suit her, but Ryan should also remember how to tell when they were real and those fat salty drops were not those akin to a crocodile’s this time. She didn’t want him to leave! Instantly regret the rotten word having left her pretty mouth. Her flip-floppery wasn’t anything new, the girl was always making erratic, mental U-turns, and her telling him to get out had just been spouted off at the mouth in a fit of emotion she could never keep checked no matter how many pharmaceuticals were prescribed! It was his fault though.<i>He</i>fuckin<i><b>knew</b></i>that the sure way to break her down was engrave in her mind how unwanted she was. How useless she was.<br/><br/><i>A broken toy. </i><br/>Isn’t that he called her once?<br/><br/>But what he told her next? Quelled the sting that shot through her ventricles, and she looked at him with some perplexity. Lifting her heels off the floor so she could stand on her toes, needing that half inch more of height, Mau flattened her hands on Ryan’s chest, fingers curling in to make a fist, gathering up the fabric of his shirt, “Then<i>don’t hurt me</i>, Ry—” She plead softly, a stark contrast to her previously snarled venom and unhinged insistence for him to leave so she didn’t have to hear him break her damn heart. Nah she’d gone docile now, in the way she had about her that could calm his demons down – if he let her, “Five years….” She threw the time in his face, like it gave her all the justification in the world to be in pain. The mention of it had brand new tears gathering in her onyx lined lids, “Just gimme<i>one</i>night, yea?” She said breathless, sniffling, “Please?  I-I just wanna know you’s okay! I’m sorry for actin crazy—” ah. Yes. There it was. The apology that was her infamy, and she roved her eyes over his body as if physically assessing his well being, “I won’t do it again I promise, I don’t wantcha to leave, Ry, just... just<i>stay</i>… just stay an-and tell me---”<br/><br/>Unable to stop talking, her words all ran together without missing a beat or catching a breath.<br/>It was a desperate grab to say something that was enough.<br/>Enough for him to<b>not leave.</b><br/>All she was asking for was one night, right?<br/>“—<i><b>everything</b></i>.”<br/><br/>...<i>Right</i>.