i want ( she doesn't send, but keeps her cursor there, debating. the dots suggesting typing disappear on mark's end, and she's left with her thoughts — knowledge of what she has to do, for the saints, for her uncle, make him believe it, whatever it takes. and the distance, almost intangible knowledge of what she wants to do, what the truth of that is, the same truth she told him in her father's study, before her broke her in pieces. i want to be married, she thinks, but mark would never believe it. isolde isn't sure she believes it yet, beyond wanting to do a good job, to be told she did a good job, to do exactly what is expected and desired and wanted of her. so. small truth. more honest. ) to be friends.
i don't think it's out of the question for something true to be in the foundation of our relationship. i don't have many friends. and i can't speak for you, but i'm alone. or lonely. all the time. i want to not be lonely. if possible.
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Date: 2026-01-17 06:39 am (UTC)i don't think it's out of the question for something true to be in the foundation of our relationship. i don't have many friends.
and i can't speak for you, but i'm alone. or lonely. all the time.
i want to not be lonely. if possible.