Re: Elevator to First Class
It wasn't the words, but the ceasing of pain that made her look up, shoulders still hitching with tears she refused to vocalize even though they slipped down over her cheeks. Her arm ached with remnant pain as she tried to listen to and understand what he was saying to her.
It took the last spark she had within her to find her voice, meek and quiet, though the words held an intensity that she could not let go. "I hate you." It was so quiet that the distant hiss of water against the ship's hull nearly drowned her out. She finally drew her arm back to her body, cradling it against herself and staring down at the mark. "I hate you," she repeated, mouthing the words toward her skin, herself, as her dress continued to swallow her as she made herself as small as possible. She shook her head to the thought of earning jewels or gifts. No. There would be none of that.