The smooth and caring strokes Rosalie hands did on her back was enough to depict her inner emotions. How did she know that she was scared and terrified to explore her fears? It wasn't that easy. Going against her fear was just going to bring more fear.
"So…tell me?"
Rosalie's soft and placative voice pulled her instantly from her deepening depressive thoughts that were bound to her forever and didn't want to free her from their clutches.
Her eyes had already gone red and wet with hot tears threatening to release and pour out, revealing her weakness in the process. She gave Rosalie one look.
"Don't lie to me, Hermione. Don't lie to yourself."
Hermione sniffed and then nodded in understanding. Though her mind was in disaster maybe she should just give in, just this once. She closed her eyes tight. Trying to picture things in the aspect she seeks. What does the prince mean to her, is he that important, perhaps on the same scale as Kasper.
