He felt his face begin to tug into frown, but Michal controlled his mouth and pulled it into a flat line of instead. He hadn't meant to... his brow pressed together in a pained manner. But he had, hadn't he? Not... in such a manner, but... Michal's hand slid back up to the side of his face to press into the hard bone of his jaw.
While unable (or determined) to look at Therese, that had not stopped Michal from being aware of her presence. Her smell, her air, they way she breathed, it all vanished within a few simple seconds and he found himself yearning for it. And thinking... she couldn't leave, like this. He couldn't have her leave like that, that wouldn't be...
Blinking quickly, Michal finally hiked his head up, eyes crawling across the poorly lit area outside his door, but... he couldn't move his legs, or his feet wouldn't move and... Michal was left watching the faint whisper of Therese's form retreating into the darkness without so much as a call out to her. He stood there, with his door open, for a long while, until he couldn't anymore, and quietly turned to shut it.
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