Softcover.

She's afraid,

one can see the tremble behind her words and that longing behind those eyes.

"I'm finished,"
she muttered, her voice barely a whisper.
Your hand twitches--just a little bit and your eyes glance at her,

[you don't know what it does to her heart

when you look at her like that]

"You're finished...?"

Was there more to it than she thought it was--that tiny flicker in that ocean of blue and that look,

that look that sent tremors throughout her entire body.

"No."

She would never be finished.