[There's a long silence. She shouldn't have said it that way, but when has she ever had tact? Biting her tongue to keep from saying more, to keep from making it worse, she simply faces him. She takes a half-step closer, unsure as to whether or not she should even be in his presence now.
Miranda took after her father. Miranda always needed him. She never knew how to be a mother, and she didn't deserve to even mourn. Her daughter was hardly hers at all.]
I'm sorry, Jacob.
[There's a distance, there. Not coldness, but detachment. It'll never sink in. Ever.]
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Date: 2013-04-08 12:40 am (UTC)Miranda took after her father. Miranda always needed him. She never knew how to be a mother, and she didn't deserve to even mourn. Her daughter was hardly hers at all.]
I'm sorry, Jacob.
[There's a distance, there. Not coldness, but detachment. It'll never sink in. Ever.]