[She doesn't speak, she doesn't move and she doesn't open her eyes once they're shut because this is it. It's over and she has to shut everything down around her because she doesn't have time to be upset. This is her choice and she made it, a mantra she repeats to herself internally as she feels him kiss her forehead. She doesn't have the time to register the sharp movement of him twisting her neck, the twitch of her fingers is just a reaction before her body goes completely limp against him.]