Vaughn Davis (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} shebringscurses) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} bellumlogs, |
Had he ever taken care of her? Had he ever taken care of the real Jane? Vaughn did not think so, she would have known if he'd had the woman living with him. She would have known if it was anything more than too-little-too-late. He had not been taking care of Jane, Vaughn remembered that he'd been sleeping with the brat slut at that time. She thought on all of this, and now there was very little movement or noise from her side of the confessional. It was like she wasn't even there at all. She might as well have turned into a ghost, some part of her felt like one.
How long had they been in this confessional? The silences that begged between them were agonizing, they were entire lifetimes, she felt herself die and rise again during every minute that they both failed to speak.
And then, finally.. "I wasn't asking you for.." She was not sure of the words, she was balancing on somebody else's hurt. Someone she'd never known, but could imagine from some of the details in Boyd's diary, the things Boyd had told her. Jane had been a woman hurt, hurt so deeply she could not even live in the building anymore.
"I told you that you didn't have to say anything.." Her voice broke then, like so much delicate crystal that met with the brick wall of his honesty. But the sound was muffled, and if Daniel was good enough at lying to himself, he might even believe that she wasn't close to crying.
Abruptly, the confessional door shuddered with the snap of her wordless exit. She left him without a goodbye, and returned to the bright hell of the church. She did not raise her eyes to the other two who were imprisoned in this scenario.